We all knew it was coming. The virus was spreading worldwide. And know our only hope was us. As of each month on the 15th would our stomachs drop. I only dread of opening that letter for each year. I could see they all had the same fear consuming them. That morning tall men in suits escorted every kid down to some sort of center. As I sat down next to Anabelle her face wasn’t scared but concerned. I could see she knew something that no one else did. Every year at 2.45 we’d get the letter and as I read the contents I was aware of my smile.
Suddenly I woke, my eyes frantically approaching my surroundings. The room was ice cold, chills flew around me. The only thing I could see was a small light hanging from the roof second by second the light weakening into the darkness before me. Except for a Lime green exit sign on the side of the door. The only thing I could remember was when I was in my room staring constantly at the clock as the ticking suddenly drove me to insanity well as it did regularly. As I heard screams racing through the house and suddenly that wasn’t my problem the blazing flames coming through the door were.
It my special spot away from everybody else I loved the silence away from everyone it was magical. It was a haven of safety to the outside world. There was nowhere safe, guards patrolling the streets and hunting the fugitives down for good. I was one of them, my family gone and my house all I had was a scrunched up photo in my bag. All I could remember was hearing gunshots and seeing a house explode before me. My mum screaming as my dad racing for her. My sister hiding under the table the last I knew was her staring into my eyes tears of dread dripping down her face. This door was my only hope.