Death or not...

Mandy Flores (got no idea about how old she is) never thought that she could see him again. How was it possible, he died when she was 12 or she thought she was 12. Now with the her new furry best friend, she will go on a mission to unravel the truth.

It was a big lie. All these years I believed that he was gone forever. All those months I spent crying alone in my room, reading about his adventures he wrote down for me.

Only to find that he was still there. Anywhere. But there.

Amber, that’s what I decided to call my new furry friend, barked in his sleep. It seemed like he was dreaming. I didn’t want to wake him up.

I leaned back in my chair and took a deep breath. Down here in my hideout, the air was a lot cooler than outside. I spent most of my time down here, trying to make contact with other survivors through my radio station. But I didn’t expect to find him. I heard his voice again.

“My name is Phillips. Are there any survivors?” I did not manage to the respond. This could not be! My grandfather was dead! Maybe I was just going crazy. I’ve been alone for months.

“My name is Mandy”, I lied. I was afraid to tell him who I really was.

“Mandy, where are you? Are you alone? Why are you still down there?”

“Down where” I asked confusedly. Before he had any chance to say something I faint.

I can tell you are confused. Let me just start at the beginning...

My real name is Mandy Flores. The last time I knew what my age was, I was 12 years old. I lived anywhere in the states, I guess. To be honest, I do not quite remember those things anymore. It’s not like they still matter, do they? I can’t tell you a lot my parents either.

They were always too busy to spend time with me. They went to work all day. And sometimes they travelled to foreign countries. Without taking me with them.

When I was too young to stay at home alone, they left me with my grandfather at his house. I sure do remember his house better than my own. Grandfather and I would sit under a tent made of blankets and chairs we made ourselves, and he would tell me about all those adventures he went on, when he was younger. My Grandfather was really adventures person. Sadly he passed away when I was 10 years old. But he loved me and left me a lot of his stuff. I’m the proud owner of the diaries he kept with him during his adventures and a beautiful shining knife. Everytime I hold the knife in my hands, I imagine how he used to fight dangerous animals. Before he passed away, he told me to “use it wisely”.  

Four years later, I was alone in my room and of course my parents weren’t home, the thing happened. I ran out of the house when thousand of meteors fell from the sky. I can’t remember what happened after that. When I woke up, I found myself in the middle of a lonely desert. There were no buildings, people or plants. There were no sign of civilization. My throat burned because I was so thirsty. After finding  broken satellite dish, I figured out that the houses had to be somewhere under the sand. I dogged down beside it and it wasn’t too long until I found the top of the roof. I managed to break one of the windows and climb down into the house. Luckily, I found some water bottles and food that still looked kind of edible. It was the same house, where I found Amber. His leg was trapped under a closet and the poor dog cried the whole time. I searches for a first aid kit after I had freed him and tried to make a bandage around his leg, to avoid more loss of blood. Together we travelled through the desert until we found this hideout. Amber was a smart dog because every time I started digging, he just joined in and helped me. Well, this is how we lived through a few months. I guess that now you understand why I was in a bit of shock when my grandfather made contact with me.

“Where else should I be?” my voice was trembling. “You seem to have missed a lot of stuff. Do not worry, we have your coordinates. I will come down to you and pick you up. There is a lot to explain.” There sure was a lot to explain. All of sudden, it hit me like a ton of bricks. My grandfather who I thought was dead, was about to meet me? Amber woke up because I made noises while panicking from one corner of the room to another. “I’m sorry”, I said, walking up to him and petting his head.

I grabbed an old dusty backpack from underneath the desk and stuffed someclothes into it. Amber was watching me curiously while I put my grandfather’s diaries and the knife into the backpack. “Come over here, Amber. well go on an adventures!”

Before I shut the door to our hideout, I took my time to look into it for the last time. I knew wherever I was going, I wouldn’t return. I will miss this place, no matter how awful and lonely my time was down here. It was my home for so long, only safe place to go. I close my eyes and shut the door. Amber start to bark real loud at something. “Calm down, Amber” I told him still looking at the door. But when I turned around, I laid my eyes on something else or someone.

The End

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