CHAPTER FIVE IS HERE. Oh my god it took me so long for some reason! Dx But as a reward for your patience, I got Chapters Five, Six, Seven AND Eight done! :sweat: Hope you like them..... I'm so sorry....
My head was spinning. Falling. I was falling. I didn't want to open my eyes. Something terrible was going to happen. I felt it. And no one was going to save me. I didn't have a hero. Falling...
I was sitting in a field. Poppies, daisies, all kinds of flowers bloomed around my feet. I was barefoot. A silky white dress covered my legs and torso, a soft breeze ruffled my hair, which was hanging freely at my back. A dream? No, I could not remember any reality to return to. This had to be real.
Suddenly I was falling again. Through water. But I could breath. Or was I breathing at all? I broke through the surface. But how? I was falling. I saw a face. Gilbert? No, it was someone else. Dennis? It kept morphing, into people I knew. Kiku, Ludwig, Scottie, Natalia... it never stopped on one face more than a second. The creature disappeared, and I was in the field again, except there weren’t any flowers. Everything was dead. Sticks and rocks littered the ground, and the air was tinted brown. My dress was no longer white; it was black. Dirt covered my hands and feet, as well as dried blood. I realized someone was behind me. Turning my torso, I saw Alfred. He was dead, his face half-gone and his glasses broken. I screamed and stood up. Looking off behind Alfred, I saw many more dead bodies. I walked through them and realized that they were people I was friends with and knew. All my brothers and sisters, my friends, my acquaintances. All dead. All mangled beyond repair.
I dropped to my knees beside Scottie, Daisy, Anna, and Dennis, all in a perfect circle. One of Scottie's arms was missing. Part of Daisy's cheek was gone, exposing her broken jaw. Anna's hair was glued to her face with dried blood, and her stomach was exposed and cut open to reveal her insides. I couldn't tell if anything was missing from Dennis, for he was soaked in blood. I started sobbing hysterically, cursing whatever or whomever did this to everyone. I felt something warm trickle down my chest, and looked to see that I was crying blood. Rich, ruby colored drops streamed down my cheeks. But then I heard a small cry. I whipped around to see if maybe it was one of these people, miraculously still alive.
It was Peter, Arthur's little brother. A small for his age boy, he was very kind. As I saw him using all the upper body strength possible for him to crawl toward me, I noticed what was wrong: His legs were half missing. I ran over to him and knelt.
“P-peter, what happened to you?! What happened to everyone?!” I choked through tears.
“Z... An... Ahh.....” He strained.
“Peter?! Stay with me!” I cried. I gripped his shoulders and pulled him right-side up, laying him across my lap.
“.....Run, Zana.....” He said, with his last breath. He went still.
Everything started rushing back to me at once. Gilbert and I's fight, Alfred running to us, Ludwig explaining the Virus, us getting ready, and heading out. Being attacked....
I gently slid Peter off of my lap and stood up. I paced back and forth, gripping my hair, trying to convince myself that that was a dream. That this was a dream. Just a very bad dream, that I would soon awake from to find Scottie jumping on the bed for me to wake up, grinning and being her perky self, and rushing down the stairs to eat waffles with my friends. But I couldn't. This was all too real. Too real.....
I was falling again.