Angels vs Demons

Opening

November, 8, 1267.

It was a cold and rainy day. Every dad would be tending the rosebuds. The women would begin cleaning the church. The kids would play in the street. Which is boring considering I'm a child. Then, a sudden BOOM! Startled everyone. The demons were here, we had nothing to prepare. They were here for a fight, the angels would spread their wings and carry us kids to the bunker. It was quiet and very cold. I sometimes wondered why people would like being in here, we played with the sticks and the broken stones. I made something called a "Journal." I write in it everyday. Which I am doing now. I have to find my younger siblings, I know they are in the bunkers. We can only be in here until tomorrow night. Then we have to spend 2-6 hours getting to our huts. Without any adult guidance. They aren't supplying us with any type of foods. We are just on our own, I do have a friend named Chantel. She has two siblings that are only 5, we made an oath that we will live with each other with our siblings. We will be having the kids be learning for 1 hour. And then they have to be considerate on caring for themselves. For a bit while me and Chantel are going to be getting food, l don't wanna do it. We either get sewage food which is disgusting! Or we risk going to the Market.

"Adam Sue! I am going to the market make sure to hide in the small room." Then me and chantel went on with our day. We saw that the market was filled with demons beheading people. We ran as fast as we could, I just thought we were going to die but I remembered that we can rummage for food, which is exactly what we did. We found a full course meal of chicken scraps and we grabbed the lettuce from the market without the demons knowing. "Well Chantel lets go back to the hut and see what they you gets are up to." I remembered that demons would be raising the huts. We went home to find out that Sue's fingers have been scattered across the floor along with Adams's. I fell to the hard cold damp ground screaming in pain and sorrow. I ran into the hut and found out they were fine. Just fingerless. I grabbed leaves and made a case for their hands. I prayed to the Greek gods ever since that night. Tomorrow was the day that we can see our parent's I had so much questions that need to be answered. Like, did they think about us? Or did they even love us to leave us? It was all racing through my head wether they loved me or not I still loved them. I made a paper book about how their journey of blood and gory went. I guess all I can say to close this out is, bye.