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The Depths Hold Something

Every thing was dry, silent and cold, life was like this now, now Sam had died, well that's of course if he died. It was like he just vanished off the face of the Earth, but this of course was not true. I myself believe that he went missing. I'm Joey, Sam's best friend and I've discovered something that no one yet has discovered, no one except for maybe Sam.

It was a scorching hot day in the country of Vietnam and I was standing right next to the thing that I had discovered. It was about a mile out from town. The thing that I had found was a massive, black, deep hole. This hole is what I think took Sam to his death, but I had to believe this was not true. I had set myself a goal, which is to find Sam's body dead or alive. I was not going to give up, for if I lost this friend, life would be like a lifeless flower never going to grow.

I wiped a bead of sweat from my brow as I buckled my safety abseiling gear up. I was getting nervous, my legs trembling with fear. I knew what I had to do next and that was to jump and abseil down this hole. Just before I was about to do this, the hole started closing up and I had a decision and that was to either live a miserable blue life or to at least try to find Sam and have a delightful, great life. I leapt, only to find I got stuck in the closing hole. I couldn't breathe now because the force was so strong. It was stopping my blood flow to the lower half of my body. I knew I only had a few more seconds to live, I cut my abseiling rope with my pocket knife, I tried to suck in my stomach but I it was hopeless, it only got tighter. Things around me became a blur, the last thing I heard were some words in a language I didn't understand... Every thing went black.

The End Is Near

Cities destroyed, people living on the streets, people dying every second, this is what it had been like since WW3. The Germans had taken over the world and now every city was dark and abandoned. My family and I were living in the streets of England, running for our lives. But this had to stop. 

I am Jesta, the eldest brother of the family, I am 14 years old and I have been working on a plan to stop an end to this horrible tragedy. My family and I have been on the move because we've been recruiting the best swordsmen and gunmen in the whole of England. Except here we are again being chased by 3 German guards on a cold night. This was nothing special because every night we would either get chased or spotted. I breathed a quick breath as I ran as fast as my legs could take me. "Quick, in here," I managed to spit out to my family. We entered an abandoned shop and watched as the 3 guards raced by. 

I was regaining my breath as I could see that every breath that I took I could see the body temperature air rise out of my mouth and create a steam like air on the cold breeze.

This is what it is like now, there are guards everywhere. We were planning on going to London to recruit an old guard of the Queen. He had approved to help us out in my plan and said that he will do anything to restore peace to the world. There was just one problem, in London that's where the Germans main base is now. So we are going to have to go armed and prepared. We took a cab to London keeping our identity to zilch and our faces to the ground. The city of London surprisingly had stayed the same, I guess because it's the one place that the Germans actually care about now.

But then out of nowhere I got hand cuffed by a guard and ordered my folks and brother to run. I kicked the guard behind me and made a bolt for it. All around me I could here guards yelling,"stop them, they're the ones." I didn't know what he meant when he said we're the ones, but right now that wasn't in the slightest bit relevant.