I ran out of the cafe. Guards chased me from the street. As I ran, I caught a glimpse at a stray newspaper. The front cover said More Disappearances. Great. My name is Frost. The world is falling apart. Alone, I can't stop the people from disappearing. The trouble is, I am alone. Everyone is in a little group, no one else gets in their group. To live, you need a group to help and protect. When the groups were forming, no one wanted to help a small, girl who couldn't speak. So now, nine years later, I still live. Alone. People like me are called Wanderers. But I don't wander around aimlessly. I fight.
Chapter 2 I continued to run, as fast as I could. Back to my "house". It wasn't really a house, it was two wooden boards nailed into a corner in a long ally. One would think an ally, such as mine, would be rather dangerous. But it serves protection for my circumstances. I ran around the corner into my ally. "Why look what we got here!" A guy said. In the ally, three guys smoking cigarettes were standing. They all looked like they were living on drugs. I really wanted to say something, but I couldn't. 'Not again...' I thought. One of the guys tried to grab my arm, but I dashed to my little make-shift house and grabbed my sword. Then I gave them the finger. "Oh, you wanna fight, Eh?" Another of them said. 'Brace yourselves,' I thought.
Dear Goldenheartz, Make another fanfic thread called "Frost Feedback". I will delete this comment in 24 hours. Feedback threads will have all comments there, And then your story won't be interrupted.