Where Did They Go?

My eyes scan the forest that lies right before me. I hesitantly take a step forward. Even though the scenery is beautiful, with its towering pines and oaks, lush green grass with daisies and asters mixed with dandelions, and a cool stream running along its borders, I know the truth. Underneath it all lies the charred remains of the rest of humanity.

In that moment, I never felt so alone. Tears cloud my eyes and a sob chokes me as my knees buckle. Black spots invade my vision until I can see nothing.

"Why did this happen?!" I whisper. "Why am I the only one who survived?!"

An inhuman noise pierces the air, and I curl up tighter and cry harder. It takes me a moment to realize the noise has come from me. 

The answering noise, however, is neither mine nor an echo.

I slowly uncurl, the rocks in the grass digging into my skin. I roll over onto my back and then get to my aching feet. Adrenaline and fear mix in my blood to form volatile strength. 

Something moves on the edge of the forest. 

I am frozen for only a moment, trying to decide which way to run.

What do I have to lose?

So I run.

Towards whatever is in the forest.