Blaine opened his eyes, the bright sky making him flinch away covering his eyes with his hands. He let his eyes slowly adjust before slowly standing up looking around. Something felt wrong.

He left his bag on the floor in the ditch and climbed out, standing on the side of the road.

He looked into the small forest that sat on the other side of the road that he hadnt noticed on the way up there, or ever in that matter of fact. He had been up this road many times before with his parents, maybe he had just missed it?

His eyes narrowed and he walked slowly towards it, he knew it was a stupid thing to do, he wanted to stop but his legs wouldnt let him dragging him nearer and nearer to the forest, crossing the main road and soon he was standing at the edge of it.

He looked into the forest the light seeming to disappear the more he looked into the range of different trunks and the branches that tangled within each other.

"Well, well, who do we have here then?" a horribly dark voice said from behind him. He span around almost tripping over his own feet as he did so.

His hand went straight to his back pocket looking for his dagger but there was just an empty pocket.

The man was tall; he had to be at least 6ft with dark eyes and features that he couldnt quite make out even though he was in the light. Almost like his mind was clouded.

The man smirked and brought out a gun pointing straight at him and he turned running as fast as he could through the forest without thinking, he heard the man laugh before the gun go off.

The first shot missed him and he kept running, going deeper into the forest. He heard another bang of the gun, knowing this time that he wasnt going to be so lucky.

He fell to the dirt covered ground as the bullet pierced through is stomach hitting his lungs, he lay on the ground starting to choke on his own blood as it his lung filled, rising up into his throat making him taste metallic.

He heard footsteps walking towards him louder and louder until he was standing over him. Blaine spat out the blood that had filled his mouth and glared at the man that was about to take his life.

He raised the gun towards his head, smirking once again before darkness.

Blaine sat up straight sweat covered his own body, a scream rose in his throat but he managed to keep it down.

"It was just a dream, it was just a dream, it was just a dream," he repeated calming himself down.

He slowly got up before peaking over the ditch looking across the road, there was no forest. Thank god.

He sat back down sighing with relief, the dream had felt so real.

The sun was starting to rise and the orange made the fields glow, he picked up his bag that he had sat beside him and carried on walking in the direction that was taking him away from the city, his breathing was heavy the shock of the nightmare still in his system.

He knew if he kept walking in this direction that he would find another city at some point, and hopefully other people, people that didnt want to shoot his brains out.

After walking in the ditch for what must have been an hour now his feet were starting to hurt, he didnt think he had ever walked so much in his life and now he kind of wished that he had. His shoes of choice were definitely not helping; boat shoes were good with his outfit but not good for walking and had started to dig into his heels every time he took a step.

It resulted with him walking barefoot for a while caring them in one hand while his other was attached to his back pocket making sure that his dagger didnt disappear. His dream had made him jumpy; he found himself looking around a lot more that he had before ready to attack anyone that dared touch him.

After another hour of walking the buildings of a city started to come into view making his heart flutter with excitement. He had been shocked at the lack of people traveling, he hadnt seen anyone. He put it to the point that everyone was scared and even the people who werent didnt want to travel to far.

He sat down putting his shoes back on before carrying on quickening his pace now that he didnt have to mind where he put his feet.

The ditch started to get smaller and smaller and soon it ran out. The buildings had gotten considerably bigger now so he must have been close.

He walked out of the ditch and towards a hedge that sat close by. He walked behind it plopping his bag down before rooting through it taking out a bottle of water and an apple. He hadnt eaten since the morning that he had left and it was starting to get to him, he took greedy bites out of the apple making sure that he ate as much around the core as he could before throwing it behind him.

He took a few sips before screwing on the lid tight and shoving it back in his bag. Feeling a little more refreshed he picked his bag back up and carried on towards the city.

His anticipation grew as the city neared buildings starting to show up around him. He stayed close to the walls trying to stay as hidden as possible, like Westerville the place was run down and all of the stores looted. Not that he had expected it to be untouched.

There was an eerie silence in the air, like there used to be hundreds of people that used to walk there chattering away. If he didnt know better then he would say that the place was completely deserted.

He walked, getting deeper and deeper into the town avoiding the rubbish and the glass that had been left on the ground.

Every so often he would hear a little shuffle inside one of the stores or a shadow move inside one of the taller buildings proving that he was in fact not alone. But other than that the town seemed as dead as Westerville had.

The was a deep rumble that filled the air and his eyes widened, he looked around before jumping into one of the broken windows of a store and getting into the corner bracing himself. The earth started to tremor, it wasnt a strong as the time before but none the less he closed his eyes waiting for the earth to still.

The rumble died away the movement of the earths layers followed close behind. He stood up moving towards the broken window but felt a hand on his shoulder pulling him backwards, he back slammed into someone else and he felt something metal be places against his neck.

"Just give me the bag and you can leave unharmed," the voice said. The male voice sounded unsure with what he was doing but Blaine raised his hands showing that he wasnt a threat.

"Ok," Blaine said tears growing in his eyes at the thought of losing everything that he had.

His bag was pulled from his shoulders but what he assumed was a knife was not removed; the man went into his back pocket taking his dagger throwing it aside.

"Follow me," the voice said again and he started to panic.

"You said that I could leave unharmed," he said his voice more shaky that he wanted it to be.

"Be quiet and follow me and you still might," they guy said again moving backwards turning around so that Blaine was in front the knife still pressed up tight against his neck.

Blaine complied walking deeper into the back of the store thinking that this may be the very place he that loses his life.