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David was running, running, running. It was as though he'd spend his whole life running through the forest - strange, he thought, as he ran,listening intently for Them. It had only been a few weeks before when life had been normal. The sky was blue, the grass was green, he was going to school, and planning a fishing expedition with his dad. A few weeks later, and his dad was dead. The bomb had turned the sky brown, and the grass was dying. The only thing that wasn't dying was the forest. It just grew. They liked the forest. It was a safe hunting ground. Suddenly, They dropped from the trees around him. David turned, but he was surrounded. There seemed to be no way out...
Comment by Lorna Beardmore on October 12, 2011 at 11:36 He turned to see more birds falling beside him being shot. Once again he heard bullet sounds shattering through the forest. David spotted his Uncle charging towards him. With a smile.
“Ha, look at the catch we got this time!” His Uncle shouted.
“Uncle, this is not good this is disgraceful.” David replied.
“There is no point being angry at me, this will pay for you and your meals , everything!” Uncle screamed
They walked around collecting the dead birds in there blood filled baskets. David did not want to do this, this was out of humanity.
“David, hurry up we have to beat the storm!” His uncle exclaimed hurriedly .They ran through the woods, looking up at the darkening sky.”Hurry!” he shouted.
All of a sudden the rain started pouring but the rain was red with blood...
Mariah Tanveer and Ione Taylor
The Hollins Technology College
Comment by Tommy Donbavand on October 12, 2011 at 11:47 David and his uncle were forced to take shelter in the mouth of a small cave. Once, this place had been home to some large, fierce creature but now - thankfully - it appeared to be abandoned.
David watched as the blood red rain continued to fall, scarlet drops splashing against the rocks outside the cave and slowly changing their colour. Making them look like lumps of raw meat. There had been plenty of unusual phenomena since the bomb, but this one was new.
David's uncle seemed not to be worried by the colour of the rain. He set about building a small fire and cooking one of the birds he had shot over its weak and trembling flame. Later, David would wonder whether the smell of roasting flesh had been the thing that had attracted the beast towards them.
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