by Micki H

Created on: April 17, 2009

The day the Senitnals came

I awaken to the harsh reality of loneliness once more.This cold desolate land is a bitter reminder of what once was. A life within life itself. I remeber clearly the day it all changed. When our world was longer ours. It was the day the senitinals came.

We were bitterly aware of these creatures. How they had torn apart our once beautiful world. Ravaging on a feast of human flesh as these creatures left behind the cold nothing as they moved on to their next prey. Parasites, with unthinkable power, they took human form. It took longer than expected to discover that these creatures were in control. The goverment had contained this secret until the very last possible moment. The moment when the Sentinals had taken control. They had breached their containment and it wasnt long before they had begun their unthinkable path of destruction.

We felt safe in our secluded campsite within the tropical mountian paradise. It was years since we had heard of any incidents. It was years in fact since we had heard from anyone. It was the only way to truley rid ourselves of this evil. There was just a few of us. Barley one hundred souls had made it here. But the children had begun to flurish. They were are future and we kept a very watchful eye. One day it happened. The Senitinals came.

It was my turn to tend to the animals we so desperatly needed to survive. As I took to the chores I watched a few children play thier fantasy games as they slowly climbed the hill. As I watched them come to the crest of the hill and disappear over the top, I thought to myself, " The watchtower shall keep them in thier sites".

As I began to feed the last of the animals, I heard the screams. The screams of innocence terrified.
"THE SENTINALS ARE HERE. THE SENITINALS ARE HERE"
The children came running in a panic,"They are past the watchtower" I heard someone shout out. Choas and panic ran fast through out our now comprimised paradise. The men gathered thier weapons and took to the baracades already on place. I race to the place I now called home. A small shack with three small beds. As I ran up the hill my children ran past towards the bunker. They carried thier plastic guns in their hands. Thier naive innocence screamed out, "We'll protect you, mother"
"No,get to the bunker,hurry! Run and don't look back!" I run to gather my supplies as quick as I could. But my efforts were in vain it wasn't quick enough.

Around the corner they came. In thier caravan of beaten and old campers. We're we wrong,were these at long last survivers from the once outside world? My thoughts were soon shattered as they pulled up to my door. The clouded eyes confirmed my fears the Sentinals were here. My path to the bunker was now blocked. Between me and my children were this evil creatures. And they had thier scent on me. Slowly, one by one they came towards my door. Through the back was my only escape. I ran quickly. I had to be quick. I hopped in an old dry well. I was scared and desperate. I hit the bottom hard, and then things went black.

I awoke days later, mouth dry and my headed throbbing in pain. It took me hours to slowly crawl out of my hiding place. Soon I wish I hadn't. I was the only surviver of this heartless attack. It was now icing over from the cold nothing these evil creatures left behind. Heart broken and cold, I remeber a vow I once gave. It was to stay strong and survive. To keep our campsite alive. I had promised, no matter what, not to let the Senitinals win.

I live now alone and cold. A bitter reminder of the day the Senitnals came.

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