Status: Just begining.
December Underground
01.
I didn't notice the alarms until Davi screamed. I wake with a sudden jolt as Davi lifts me and starts running. I see Mom and Dad getting Dani and run with her out of the room.
"Davi!" I scream at him, "Whats going on?! Where are we going?" I hear the blasts of bombs falling all around us. Why did mom and Dad have to pick Poland for us to live?
"We have to go, Cember! The Storm Shelter!" I still didn't understand what was going on. Nothing made sence. We didn't do anything wrong, why were bombs dropping? A tear slid down my face in fear of what might happen.
Everyone got to the shelter and got in safely, yet we weren't sure weather it would hold. Our shelter lead to a deeper room down below.
"Come, Cember." I hear Father say, "Come." I final tear slides down as I follow him down into the darkness.
There are no lights here. Only darkness, but there is enough food for years to come. Luckily, for our family, we could see in complete darkness. It was just like putting on sunglasses in complete sunlight for us. We aren't Vampires, far from it. We can live much longer and we are esentually indestructable. We live by many names, but what father calls us, is Immortal. The ultimate curse, even for a seven year old like me. We age, but extreamly slowly. Every ten years is one for us. I use to hate going to birthday party's in 1925. I was four, and while everyone was turning five, my family and I were moving. A part of me knows there is something else out there. Something other then this hole. I've just got to find it.
"Davi!" I scream at him, "Whats going on?! Where are we going?" I hear the blasts of bombs falling all around us. Why did mom and Dad have to pick Poland for us to live?
"We have to go, Cember! The Storm Shelter!" I still didn't understand what was going on. Nothing made sence. We didn't do anything wrong, why were bombs dropping? A tear slid down my face in fear of what might happen.
Everyone got to the shelter and got in safely, yet we weren't sure weather it would hold. Our shelter lead to a deeper room down below.
"Come, Cember." I hear Father say, "Come." I final tear slides down as I follow him down into the darkness.
There are no lights here. Only darkness, but there is enough food for years to come. Luckily, for our family, we could see in complete darkness. It was just like putting on sunglasses in complete sunlight for us. We aren't Vampires, far from it. We can live much longer and we are esentually indestructable. We live by many names, but what father calls us, is Immortal. The ultimate curse, even for a seven year old like me. We age, but extreamly slowly. Every ten years is one for us. I use to hate going to birthday party's in 1925. I was four, and while everyone was turning five, my family and I were moving. A part of me knows there is something else out there. Something other then this hole. I've just got to find it.