Prologue

(revised)

The first thing that registered in her brain was the little fact that she couldn't breathe. Snapping her eyes open, she looked around, startled. Inky darkness swam before her. So thick was it that it felt as if she could feel its cold, slimy hands ghosting over her. Something akin to panic started to fill her chest. It felt like the darkness was pressing in on her and no matter what she did, air continued;y eluded her lungs.

Faintly, she could hear the sound of harsh breathing, and dazedly realized it was coming from her. Got to get away from here, she thought, have to get away. Pushing her hands in front of her she felt the resistance of rock. Concrete, came the thought absentmindedly, from the...No! Her heart pounded furiously against her chest; she moved her hands, desperately feeling for a weakness so she could push her way out.

Memories flooded her mind and because of her distressed state she didn't realize, until too late, that her hands had found a small break in the rock. Dust and small debris fell onto her, stinging her eyes. A small cry escaped from her throat, and a cough abruptly came out of her as she blinked away the dust and tears from her eyes. Her ears started to ring from the sound after so much silence.

Tentatively, she brushed her fingers against the same place it broke, before it gave away once more. This time she kept her eyes shut. With a grunt she heaved against the rocks and pressed her lips together, determined to get away from this dark place. A sharp crack was her only warning as she quickly brought her other arm across her face. Rocks hitting against her and the ground made dull thuds. She couldn't help the whimpers that escaped her each time sharp edges of rocks cut her arm, but at least her face was protected from the worst.

As soon as everything settled, she hesitantly moved her arm. Small pieces of jagged concrete rolled off her. She stilled. She could feel warmth across her face; red painted her lids.

She shifted her legs carefully, thankful that they weren't hurt too much. Just scratches and bruises, she thought, and shook of more of the debris. She opened her eyes and squinted before sitting up carefully. Poking her head out into the open air, she took deep, filling breaths. The hole was bigger than she thought, but what shocked her the most was the sight that met her. What were once tall, beautiful buildings were nothing but piles of rubble. At every turn she saw the town she once knew, destroyed. Distantly, she could her the faint sounds of groaning and the crying of children. What happened?

Brown dusty- things, she couldn't think of what else to call them, were moving and a stab of fear entered her heart. As a call came from them she sighed in relief. They must have been survivors like herself. Looking down at herself, she realized that she too, looked like them. As if they had all rolled in dust and added small rocks for decoration.

Pulling herself away from the dark place she was in, she found a dusty grocery bag by her shoe and all thoughts fled from her. If one could see her, they would have thought she had been painted with white paint instead of the chalky dust that covered her. Her heart squeezed with agony as a small thought entered her, then another, and then many more. Where were her parents? Her little brother? Were they all right? What about her friends? But the one thought that stood out the most was, what happened? Why? How? All of these swirled around her head. Feeling slightly nauseated, she pulled hers knees close to her and wept.

Okay this is an entry for ZephyrFiction's 'Greatest Mew Submission Story'. Late as this is, but at least I have something ne? Also I need three OC's. Please sumbit your own and I will do my best to choose.
Okay, I want to know everything about your character. His/Her personality, random facts as well like favorite foods, music, etc. Does he/she play

OC'S NEEDED PLEASE!!!

sports or music or sumthin? Any relatives/siblings (same thing right?) Looks. What he/she wears normally everyday, etc.
Now for mew stuff:
Looks.
outfit
name(meaning as well just because i love that kind of stuff)
weapon
attack name
weakness and strengths

I'll be asking further info if needed.

AN#2 Tell me as much info about your oc's personalities and looks. Also, some oc's will not be mews. But please describe your oc's mew form/attacks/names of said things/EVERYTHING! Unless your oc's have families I will use 'em too.

Also, I'd like to know how your oc's would react to having themselves injured/having family-friends killed.