Chapter three: The third step

I walked down the stone stepped street and memories appeared before me. Memories of me walking across the road towards my friends and the last time that I came out of the town until I was brought back to reality where all that there really was, was death. Bodies were piled high in a corner of the town I didn't want to know but my curiosity got the better of me I slowly looked over at the pile of bodies faces that I knew stared in random direction reminding me of soft memories of my childhood, that where broken by the knowledge of them being dead a great pool of blood was getting bigger at the bottom of the pile as the blood seeped from their wounds. I moved on "it was not the time for grieving" I thought and then it hit me I ran like the wind towards my house I feared for the worse I saw the door forced open and ran in and there in the middle of my house was my family.