Chronicles of Change: The tedious things
#1 of Chroniles of Change: The Change
When our group was first attacked we thought it was another group like ours that decided to go violent. We heard figures out in the dark...they were whispering...what they said I have no idea; but their voices were wrong. Something told me it wasn't another group; in fact, I know for almost a fact that everyone felt the same as I did. What else could it be though? It had to be other people, animals wouldn't hunt is in packs and they certainly wouldn't have waited until all of us were in the same area. The...people out in the woods were growing louder; their voices carried well. The voices were distinct each of them from its own source....I could distinguish at least three different speakers. They were talking about us; I know it...we were right there and they were talking about us like a child might an insect. Curiously and without fear. Everyone gasped; I didn't notice; my legs, my mind...nothing was working. I was petrified I couldn't move or even think straignt. Every instinct in my body told me to RUN, to hide....my body pleaded with my mind, so badly wanting to get out and move away. I heard a startled cry for help, looking to my left I saw one of my neighbors and old friends being pulled into the dark...I couldn't move; I could feel the tears, hot and warm on my cheek cascading down. I couldn't do anyting...nobody did; something had him; I could hear him screaming and it suddenly cut off. Whatever out there wasn't human and it was smart. They were trying to break us apart. I didn't know what to do......what was there to do...?