Home

"Can we go home?" the kid asked. I started crying. We would never be able to go home. Nothing would ever be the same! We will always be running, always hiding! We will probably never find our parents. Anybody else we fine will either be evil or eventually die, and the world has ended! Everything I've worked for is gone. I heard a helicopter. "C'mon, let's go!" I pulled the kid up and we ran towards the helicopter. We were too late. It was already gone. But what it brought with it was not. "Can we go home?" the kid asked. "If we run!" I shouted.