Pain. All I felt was pain. As if I had been stabbed with a knife. I slowly tried to get up but the pain was too intense, I fell quickly. And only then did I realize that I was laying on sand. It felt warm and comforting from the pain on my body, and yet... The pain continued. I let my eyes close and a flash of an image appeared in my head. The image showed a dark, stormy sky, and thunder struck from its hiding place in the crowds. And the bright lights of the lighting clashed with the dark sky. But then...
The image disappeared. What was that? I needs to know but before I came to a conclusion, a voice broke my thoughts.
"Hey kid. Kid. Are you alright?"
I wanted to answer the voice, that of a grown male, but... I hurt to much and though my voice might never work again.
"Kid! Are you okay? Can you here me?!"
I finally pushed my body to turn on the sand, to look in the direction of the voice. I then slowly opened my eyes, and saw a man. He looked like he was in his late fifties or early sixties. He wore a tux, and had a balding head. But the brown and gray hair that he left was wet. But what struck me was the look in his blue eyes.
"Are you alright?" He asked, hoping I would answer this time. Well, that's what I guessed.
I nodded my head, which hurt very much, as if someone hit me straight in the noggin with a bowling ball.
"Can you speak?" Asked the man, concerned.
"I-I think... So." I said, realizing that my mouth tasted like salt.
"Good, lad. Here, let me help you up." Then he reached one of his hands n to me and I slowly managed to remove my right arm from its hiding place underneath me.
The moment his hand grasped mine, he pulled. And soon enough I was standing up on my wobbling legs. They felt like soaked noodles and I was worried I would topple over. But I couldn't worry about that because the first things I noticed was... The bodies.
Ten, twenty, thirty... I counted at least sixty bodies. What was going on?
"Sir, what's going on?"
The male gave me a faint smile.
"I wish I knew, lad. I wish I knew."
I looked around at the bodies again, but something caught my eye. A faint blurry figure was coming closer to me and the man. I was about to warn the man, when the image came into focus of my eyes and I took in the image to see a young boy. He seemed about three or four years younger then me.
"Hey, I'm Michael. I'm glad to see we're not alone." The boy said, looking just as tired as me.
"Alone?" I repeated to the older man.
The man nodded at Michael.
"The bodies I've found are..."
"Dead." Michael finished. The man nodded.
"Michael and your are the only survivors I've found so far."
"Survivors of what?" I asked, pushing my brain to remember.
"I don't know. I honestly don't remember much about anything. Here, let me introduce myself. My name is Dr. David Hester. I work in cognitive studies, but I don't seem to be able to recall much else."
"Oh..." I nodded.
I looked at the two and decided that I had nothing to hide.
"Well... For what it's worth, my name is Miles. Miles Carver. And... I seem to be running a blank with anything else."
"Oh, hi Miles." Michael said, looking a little disappointed with the new spoken fact that I remembered nothing of what had happened.
"I'm sorry I wasn't much help to you guys." I said, feeling rather useless.
"Oh don't say a thing like that. I very glad to have found you." Dr. Hester said.
I have him a faint smile.
"Thanks, but I'm still not sure how I could be of help to you."
But that's when Dr. Hester said something surprising.
"You can be help to us."
I looked at his bright blue eyes.
"How? What can I do?"
"Well you can start by helping us look for more survivors." He spoke this with such confidence that I suddenly didn't feel hopeless.
I nodded my head.
Then we split up to look across the beach to see if any of the bodies held the thumping of a heartbeat, the sound of a breath, and the feeling of life in their skin.
And that's when I saw her.
Like any other you might think. And I believe the same as you. At first she was just like all the other lifeless bodies lying in the beach. I had walked up to her and was ready to feel the cold skin that whispered death, the motionless heart lying in the chest, and to see another open mouth, ready to take in another breath but will never again breath in the air that surrounded us.
But that's when I was about to check her pulse, on her wrist. As I was about to, I heard a sound.
It may seem everyday to you but this sound from the girl was like... Was like...
The roaring slice of a sword.
Her single breath broke the silences of the noises of the beach that I had already become used to.
Her breath broke the cry of the waves.
The caw of the seagulls.
And the sound of my own heartbeat.
I moved closer to her face, hoping for something more to happen. But then...
Her eyes opened, revealing bloodshot brown eyes. Then she looked at me and smiled.