All Chapters of Left Here: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My name is Zythia Frensby Sallow.I open my eyes to our scuffed-up room, which me and my sister, Thea, share. She was sleeping beside me, gently snoring. I had watched her peacefulness. Her dark red hair was reflecting the sun's glow into our room, spreading light and casting shadows on our faces. Soon, her dark blue eyes would flutter open, filled with wonder.Our mother finally called us down, interrupting my peace."Zythie, Thea, breakfast's ready!" My mother, Anne Christinne Sallow, yelled from the kitchen. I had walked down to the room, a delicious smell wafting from it. A plate full of waffles, berries, and corn muffins stood on the counter. I was surprised, and for the first time in a while, delighted. It wasn't often that we had treats like these. Thea was still asleep."Thea! Get over here!" I yelled up the stairs, going up once again, taking them two at a time. "Thea Zyreen Frensby S

The movie was ending when my mother's phone buzzed. Probably just a message from work.Right?It kept on buzzing. It finally woke my mother up. She heads to the other room, joy in her face.The ending credits were rolling in when Anne came back, worry replacing the happiness I'd seen earlier."What happened, mom?" said Thea, who had also noticed the change.My mother paused for a while before speaking. "There was an announcement that the president would be having an emergency broadcast tonight," She finally said.I felt relieved. Although the president rarely had any broadcasts, the ones he did have were unimportant, and so ridiculous that they didn't even need to be addressed to the public."Don't worry," I reply. "he's probably going to complain about something stupid again, like always.""It doesn't mean that there isn't a chance that he'll annou

I get some sleep. Although I did spend a large amount of time thrashing and turning. But I finally get some rest.It's morning. The sun is low but bright, hanging in the heavenly color of the sky.The perfect day to leave this place.I decide that I need food more than clothes, so I remove the other two pairs, keep one in, and put in four more cans. Perfect. I get one more knife from the kitchen, and slip it into my pocket, feeling the blade poking my skin. Not as perfect, but whatever.Two water bottles rest in the side pockets of the backpack, along with some Iodine that I find in one of the cabinets. Before I go, I head toward my house. One last time.Just as I'm about to leave, I notice something glimmering in the rubble.I pull out a pin of two cats playing- covered in ash and a little burned, but the silver still shining.My eyes fill wi

I was right about following the road. I soon run into a sign that indicates Ann Arbor's a few more yards away.When I arrive, the place is in a total wreck. Evidence of abandonment shows, as there are cracks and intricate vines on some buildings, the walls scorched and black on others. There are different things strewn across the ash filled road, all from different lives. A 10 dollar note burned halfway. Baby clothes. A single bracelet with melted beads. A stuffed animal. All of these, things from those who tried to escape.To escape the fires.To escape the riots.To escape the virus itself.I step on something hard. I wonder what item it is.I look down to find out.Instead I find two empty, soulless eyes staring back at me.***I stumble back, terrified. They're everywhere.

Oh, geez. The whole "I'm coming" speech in my head ended as I realized that the tank was empty."So much for hope," I grumbled.What now? This was the only car on the road. It was getting dark. And cold.I felt hopeless. And sick. And mad. And absolutely terrified."Well Fig, maybe dying won't be so bad, after all." I say to the black shape curled up in the passenger's seat.The cold wind passes through the broken window in the back, making soft lullabies, accompanied by the sounds of the creatures of night. Slowly lulling me to sleep.I think about what life was, before everything went to hell. I recall so many little memories. Mostly from my family. My sister crying when our neighbor kicked a cat. My mother singing both me and Thea to sleep. Us dancing to music. Thea with a drip of ice cream on her face, holding onto a balloon.I stop. It's