This morning I awoke in a cosy warm bed. I slowly got up, out of my bed went to grab some food. My father had made a nice big breakfast, that consisted of my favourite food. There was a lot of bacon and sausages which I didn’t pathetically like or eat. As well there were eggs, and I ate most of them. I just wanted to curl up in my cosy sheets and fall asleep.
Standing alone, tired, exhausted, sad, hungry, including loneliness. Missing dad, mum, sister, little brother. Hoping that they will find me, either dead, maybe alive. Wondering around, this vast dead land. Trees whimper against a harsh breeze, animals nowhere in sight. Dark, creepy sounds emitting from darkness. Slowly coming to face it, but have no idea what lies beneath the blanket of black.
