I am a Coward

I ran down the cracked streets of the city as the people in my faction screamed in agony. My foot steps were heavy, as I heard gunshots and cries for help from the cracks. Tears escaped my eyes, as I treaded on.

Suddenly, a familiar voice screamed my name, "Sahara, help me!" I looked over to the direction of the sound and stopped to look at the horrid sight before me. There, my best friend Amadi was tied up and on the ground. Her dark skin was spotted with red and her short hair ripped out. My stomached sunk and my ears rung. Next to her were the soldiers with twisted grins on their faces. Before I could react a heavy tank made its way towards her. "SAHARA!" She screeched out, as the tank drove its way onto her back and snapped her in half. Her brown eyes popped out of their sockets, and her mouth just hung open.

My voice let out a low, horsed scream, which caught the soldiers attention. One pointed towards me a smiled, with his hat covering his eyes. I was frozen for a solid ten seconds as they sprinted towards me. I knew my death would come on this day, just like everyone else's. But something told me to run, and I did. My feet felt like boulders but I made my way down the road. I had no idea where I was headed, but I just kept going.

I looked back to see the soldiers weren't chasing me anymore, and found a new victim to torture. I suddenly tripped over something, or someone as it was a little red head boy calling for his mother. I skidded across the pavement, as a metal hook slashed my wrist open. I whimpered as I looked over to the boy I tripped over. His fingers were barley hanging on the ledge of the chamber hole. A sharp gasp came from my mouth from both the pain and the sight of the boy. I shuffled to my feet and hurried to the boy, but it was to late to save him. His little fingers slipped off of the smooth ledge and he fell down into the hole.

My body shook in fear, and I looked inside the hole. As the name stated the hole lead to a empty chamber. The chamber was well lit, with the walls smooth as plastic and painted in green and purple stripes. It would've been perfect for a fun house, but it was a horrid death trap, for no one can escape and no shadow was made. The lucky ones would die from the fall, which I witnessed with the now dead red-head boy. But the unlucky would survive the fall, and live in the huge stripped chamber until they starved to death, as I witnessed with the boys mother, who looked up at me with hallow eyes.

"I'm so sorry," I choked out to the dead boy and his mother, and turned around and ran again. My wrist was draining me of blood, as I slowed down in my pace. People left and right were being tortured in various ways, as loud speakers amplified the screams and sobs from the chamber.

Guilt flooded my emotions when I finally found my escape out of the city.

An underground subway station was my escape. I tumbled down the stairs, to find people in business suits and fine clothes make their way to where they needed to be. It was quiet from the noise above, and jazz music played throughout the place, and the smell of hotdogs filled my nostrils.

I was out of place, no doubt. My blue tee shirt was dirtied, and my pants were ripped up. But I didn't need to care, and I weaved my way through the crowd of people. No one looked at me, which I was surprised about. I was pushed with the crowd into narrow tunnels. On the walls were people -some dead- distinctly from my faction chained to the wall naked with 'COWARD' written all over them. I began to panic, and tried to move against the crowd, but was it weak to.

"STOP!" I tried to scream, but no sound came out of my voice. I neared the subway tracks and heard a horn blare out. I had no option but walk towards the track. The jazz music played peacefully as I was pushed into the tracks. Light blinded me, as I evaporated into nothing.