[TheKiller333]

All Raot could here was screaming. His father screaming, his little brother and sister, screaming. The cries of the parents, trying to protect their children outside. And it was all in vain. They couldn’t escape. No one could. Raot’s vision had gone blurry, and he was extremely dizzy. He looked around and saw the Kailta... Feasting... On his father. He tried to scream.. But no sound came. Another Kailta stood at the door.. No, that was a human. Holding a gun. The bullets ripped into the Kailta’s skin, making it screech in pain. The man at the door backed away, still shooting. The beast kept it’s path towards him, and, just as it seemed it would rip him apart, a final desperate shot made the monster fall to the floor, un-breathing, dead, just like its victims. As Raot saw the creature die, he lost consciousness. Everything went black….

He awoke when someone tapped him on the shoulder. It looked like the same man as the night before. But he couldn’t be sure. His memory was already phased.. His mind racked by the terrible events. Raot opened his eyes fully and saw it was light. He had gotten through the night. Relief flooded through the boy. I’ve made it! he almost said aloud. It was then he turned his attention to his.. What he thought was his rescuer. “W…who are you..?” He stammered, hardly managing to put together a sentence in his shock. The relief that had come so quickly, had speedily turned to sadness, when he realised… I’m alone. That single thought was enough to drive him to insanity. His family was gone. He supposed his friends were gone as well.
“I am Talkro Shimt. A soldier in the… resistance against the forbidden ones.” Spoke the man, surprising Raot. His attention had wandered away from the stranger. “Where.. Are my family?” He asked stupidly. He knew the answer. Please don’t say dead.. Please don’t.. pleaded a voice in his head. Though he knew, that was what was going to be the answer anyway.

“Dead.” Talkro replied bluntly. Raot’s heart sank deeply. Though he already knew the answer, it was worse to hear the words spoken out loud. Dead. The word rang in his mind. He didn’t even feel embarrassed when he felt tears sting his eyes. It was his right to cry. He was 15, and he had lost his entire family. Talkro’s face was unreadable, but his eyes gave pity to the boy in front of him. “I will explain… more after we leave this place. We must go west, to Yaoi.”
“Why?” Questioned Raot.
“It is simple. It has better defences, and less lives were lost there this time.”
It was then Raot noticed the stench of death was still In the air. “We’re still in Tachio..?” He wondered a loud. “Yes. But we cant help the people here. Soon, the disease will come. Yaoi will be safe. I have some things for on the road, for you and for me. We leave in ten minutes… but do not go visit the resting place of your family. You will find only despair.” Talkro seemed like a person to trust… he reminded Raot a lot of his father. That very thought brought a fresh wave of tears to his eyes. I can’t live in the past. He didn’t think his self confidence would last though.

He studied Talkro as he gathered things for the journey. He looked barely twenty, but his hair was an cloudy shade of grey. His features were smooth, and he was tall. Other than that, he looked as insignificant as everyone else Raot had seen. Oh, and he carried a gun. As Raot noticed the gun, Talkro threw a small package on to the bed. “Look inside. You’ll probably need it.” Raot rushed to open the package, and felt slightly shocked as he opened it. He had been given a weapon.