Something I Had to Write

When I was supposed to be working on The Ravenwyng Chronicles, the following popped into my head, so I had to type it up. Not sure if I’m going to do anything more with this yet. Have to wait and see.


They left us here. The world as we knew it was dying and they left us here. We heard the rumors from the neighbors and the snatches of news on the radio and the TV. The dead were rising, killing, and devouring the living. The family all of us were placed with in the early days of the chaos told us they would take care of us no matter what. Hah! Where have I heard that before? Promise some people extra food or money and they will do whatever you want. They buy themselves luxuries and fancy stuff to eat and we’re stuck eating hot dogs and beans or peanut butter sandwiches.

The six of us slept in the basement, the door at the top of the stairs was locked at night, so none of us would wander around the house. What they didn’t know was our ingenuity. We figured out how to remove one of the basement windows and rig it so it looked normal. After those upstairs would go to sleep, we’d sneak out on foraging forays; gathering weapons, food, medical supplies, and anything else we could grab from the houses in the neighborhood. Most of them were abandoned now, so all we had to worry about was the occasional zombie shambling and moaning about.

We wanted to be ready to roll once the family upstairs left. We knew they were planning on leaving us behind, locked in the basement. You could hear them discussing it through the heating vents. But we would be ready. Storing the stuff we’d collected in the basement ceiling was Jerry’s idea. He’s also a whiz at fixing anything mechanical. On one foraging trip he found three guns that were left behind because they seemed to be broken. Damn me if he didn’t figure out how to fix them. Briana is fifteen and surprising good at settling disputes and cooking. Lucy, who is two years younger than me,  collected all the books she could find on first aid and has been studying them. She told us she always wanted to be a doctor when she grew up and now is her chance. I’m Jessie and I was elected as leader of this group. My skills are organizing, keeping track of stuff, and remembering everything I read or hear. I’m also the oldest in the group having had my seventeenth birthday two months ago. Not that birthdays matter much any more. The only thing that matters now is surviving each day and don’t get your hopes up about anything. Do what you have to do. The twins, Bill and Crystal, are the youngest at thirteen years old. Their parents disappeared during the first wave of the undead that passed through their home town. National Guard was on the ball back then, they rounded up all the kids whose parents were gone and made arrangements for them to move to a safe town and stay with a new family. I got picked up as the wave of undead moved further north. My parents died in the first wave as well, but I managed to escape and started heading north. The way I dressed and acted, most thought I was a boy and more or less left me alone while I traveled. The Guard confiscated my weapons, which were all I had left to remember my dad by. They said I would get them back once I was placed with a new family. Lies, upon lies, upon lies. Get put with a new family and they refuse to give me the shotgun and pistol back. Then to make matters worse, their oldest son took a bracelet my mom had made me out of colored cords. She told me when I wore that, no matter what happened, I’d always have my own personal rainbow with me. Have to laugh at that and cry a little too. That rainbow had an entirely different meaning for me, but was too afraid to tell my parents what I was. Now they’ll never know. No matter what, I would get the weapons and bracelet back from these people. Even if it takes me the rest of my life.

The door at the top of the stairs opened and trays were set on the landing. “Time to eat, children. Tonight you have a special treat! Chocolate cake for dessert. Remember to put the empty plates and silverware back on the trays when you are finished. Sleep well.”

Hearing the door lock Jerry headed up the stairs to take a look. He came back down, shaking his head. “They gave us twice as much food as they normally do, Jess.”

“We’re not eating it. Break out the emergency ration bag and a bottle of Pepsi for each of us.”

Lucy looked at me. “Why don’t we eat what they’ve given us?”

“They probably poisoned it.” I told her in a cold voice. “Once we hear their vehicles leave the house, then we’ll go through and take whatever we can use and get moving.”

The Forgotten copyright 2013 Anna M Dobritt

About Anna Dobritt

Anna Dobritt is an independent eBook author and an indie publisher of RPG PDFs and fantasy maps through Cartography Unlimited for RPGs. She loves to read and write, and lives in Michigan. Anna enjoys watching Dr. Who, both the classic episodes from the 1960s-1980s and the current episodes. Anna has three trilogies in the queue: Ravynwyng Chronicles Universe – Volume 1: The Beginning has been released, and Volume 2: Discovery, is going through the editing and revision process, with plans to self-publish in 2016. Volume 3: Truth is currently being written. Two other trilogies are The Archivist — Lenara Lenquil Adventures, and the Guardian Blades Trilogy. Anna has self-published Volume 1 of the Ravynwyng Chronicles Universe titled The Beginning; three short stories: The Hunter, First Raven, Raven Voice; a novelette titled Raven Flight, and a collection of short fiction titled Whispers from Within. Where the imagination soars on glowing wings! May the words ever flow!
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