Am I dead?
I can't be. I...feel? Pain, suffocation, terror...
Come on baby, get up. You're not a quitter, you never were.
"I'm so tired. I just want to see Mom."
Don't talk like that. Your mother wasn't a quitter. She fought until the day she died.
Don't you dare quit on me! Rennys don't quit! Say it!
I gritted my teeth, my father's words adding fuel to my impeding inferno welling inside my gut.
"When we fall..."
That's it. Survive baby. Live...
I screamed; a war cry for survival, my family's motto escaping my throat with thunderous conviction.
I can't tell you much more about that day.
It felt like I was being reborn, reborn into a foreign world.
A tornado of never-ending ash and dust swirled around me as I emerged from my tomb.
This began my new life.
My new world.
Ash and dust.
Only one thing mattered now.
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From the Ash: Book IAction
Five days. It took me five days to crawl out from the bowels of the rubble. Emerging from my tomb, into a world nothing more than a wasteland; propelled into chaos where everyone has all but lost their humanity. My name is Phoenix, and the world a...