Chapter 3: Backstory

They asked about her family eventually but with that she froze and it seemed as if she had seen a ghost. A darkness fell upon her already fragile soul it consumed her wetting her face with darken tears and eyes wide like jaws, it was obvious that her family were no longer alive and by the sheer amount of fear implemented upon her face they knew it was a death haunted by night. The mental torture was visible in the glister's of her eyes; the pain seemed to stab her conscience threatening to plunge her to darkness. Her mind unable to handle the torture and before long she collapsed the fear still visible in her soul she must have seen the traumatic things they thought, her face was scarred with the darkness of war, her innocence threatened by it, struggling to find its place among the suicidal world we live in. Later that day she awoke again, fear still hanging on to its owner shoulders, she simply stared at her hands as they trembled. she looked up at the others with fear audible in her voice yet not seen on her face, she didn't stutter, whisper or cry she spoke like a machine and that was the most worrying of all. As she described every aspect of her stomach churning story only the sound of her voice showed any sign of fear it was.

She explained the how their apartment was gassed and her big brother collapsed in front of still alive barely as he coughed up buckets of blood and vomit as if he were a tap, somehow she was unaffected physically but mentally she was dying. After the smoke cleared she awoke to find herself immersed in blood and vomit, she ran in tears to cleanse herself of the muck that stained her body and mind. The shower felt like millions of daggers stabbing her all at once her mind pulling her deeper into madness. She finished and dressed herself she returned to the dining room where her brother lay in an eternal sleep she left before tears could surface she had no one left, no family, no friends, only her beloved brother who had raised her from the age of 2 when her parents died a similar fate she wandered the streets for days scavenging food from abandoned shops but with nothing to cook proper meals she was stuck limited to crisp and other snacks. She finally came to the mall which had camping equipment advertised on its windows she rushed in hoping to find some form to cook meat, boil veg and water she finally came across the desired shop and scampered in, to find it had already been raided she swiftly turned around only to fall to her knees, she had been affected by the gas but not fatally like her unlucky brother. she pulled herself up noticing blood stains around her first suspicions were a fight but there was only a pool of blood not splatters and no body or drips leading away. It was her. Her leg had landed on a corner shard of glass that had narrowly missed her bone and nerves but untreated she would bleed to certain death, she stood up finally feeling the searing pain inside her and ripped the shard out before the pain could fully strike and chucked it aside. Limping to what she believed her what be her death she came to against a unluckily lucky encounter she was run over by a trolley too full of canned food reviving the dormant pain back to a unwavering storm.

"Wait you run her over!? Conor!... Holly!" - an infuriated Emilly

"It was accidental mum really we...we couldn't see" - Holly

"Hmmmm..." - Ryan

"You all know what happened next Conor and holly saved me, i'm not sure what Samuel did though.. Did he even help?" - savage Isabelle 

"Yeah Samuel did you help, Hmm me and Conor did a lot" - Holly

"I err... motivated you... yeah motivated" - Samuel

"Motivated? more like depressed" (true) - Conor

"Shut up you three or else" - Emily of course

"S-sorry mum" they muttered

"Sos auntie" - Samuel

The room fell into silence but almost immediately burst back into action.

after the sound of an explosion nearby, the war's aftershock was spreading outwards from the epicenter... London. They decided it best to head to Littlehampton, a nearby landing site for one of the biggest rescue aircraft, big enough for the whole motor home to seem small in, the wheel screeched on the dusty black road as it shot forwards heading to what they believed would be their savior. Inside nothing had really changed Conor was still tinkering with some machine he found at the mall; holly was busy reorganizing the medicine and food for the fifth time; Isabelle was drawing terrifying pictures off death like any psychopathic 6 year old normally would do; Jessie was watching Conor tinker, well watching his muscles anyway and Samuel was busy messing it everything up again creating a big continuously repeating cycle.

The trip had only begun. Hours passed by without any signs of destruction or suffering but like most things it didn't last, soon the streets were filled with antagonizing pain and suffering, darkness still lingered on the mind of the people turning against one another over scraps. The war had sprung many minds into jeopardy, betrayal, murder and even cannibalism; these sights was no longer surprising to their blood filled eyes and torched minds. everyone had at least one secret, one no one should ever find out... the trip to Little Hampton was long they had strayed far from their original course, the street were battered and bruised by the blistering war leaving only obstacles for the motor home to overcome; turnings blocked by heaps of rubble and ground thin bodies that would stick to one's mind and traumatize its victims indefinitely; bridges massacred and tunnels abolished it was a living hell on earth, only worse as this was reality.

The strange new family of 7 where just about there as Conor observed a suspicious glimmer escape the remains of a old broken down warehouse.

"Hey guys... guys! I think can see something shiny inside there I wanna take a look" - Conor