Everything is slowly being destroyed.

Thousands cower and hide, trying to avoid being killed.

I always wondered what had happened, just what in the hell was happening around me. But that didn't mean I'd ever get an answer.

Half of the United States was completely destroyed.

All anyone ever knew was that it was all due to some freak storm.

Unless of course, you were one of "them."

I always was an explorer, but ever since the plague hit, it hasn't been the same.

My parents both were infected, so I had to do something other than run around my home.

But even when I did the best I could, the best course of action was to send them to a hospital that allegedly had a cure for the plague.

I stayed there, trying to get everyone there.

I can still remember it.

I remember…

I ran, the sky a claret red. My parents had successfully been sent on the plane to the hospital. But I still stayed, trying to find everyone else with the plague. There were still a few planes left.

But I couldn't find anyone else.

At first, the pilot of the plane that held my parents told me to stay, but I stubbornly left. He even grabbed my arm to try and stop me, but I still left nonetheless.

The pilot had grabbed me, trying to yank me back on the helicopter that would take us away, attempting to keep me from falling about ten feet.

But I jumped after forcing myself away, jumping out.

The jump was larger than I had anticipated. I landed, trying to roll off the impact, but still coming back up with a little difficulty. I still ran, albeit shakily, to find any more survivors. I should say, I never was fond of helping others under normal circumstances, but this wasn't normal.

That damn storm was less than 40 miles away from the city!

I had recently learned parker free-running, so I could climb buildings and stuff.

That didn't mean I could stay to reminisce.

After running for several minutes, I hear the helicopters blare out on a mega-phone: "You have five minutes to evacuate the premises!"

Damn it!

I kept running. There had to be someone else somewhere…!

I skidded to a stop when I heard a scream. Turning around, I could see the child crying, making me start to run for her. She was behind a broken windowsill, and she couldn't have been older than seven. Picking her up, I climbed down several stories through the fire escape and back to the helicopters.

That was when the explosions started.

I could hear the rumbling of everything around us, the ground shaking as if in an earthquake.

I didn't dare look back though.

The helis were over a mile away.

I dared a glance back the storm, and my eyes went wide.

The storm couldn't have been farther than 20 miles in the time I spent searching!

I sprinted as fast as I could, the newfound adrenaline pumping through me being taken advantage of. I'm only half of the way there, but based on the explosions, there was at least a 5 mile difference in distance!

Just how freaking fast was that storm?!

I kept running, the little girl clinging to me for safety. I didn't know what was going on at that moment, but I ran, and didn't care about anything else.

I ignored the clenching of my ribs that often came when I ran for too long, clenching my teeth.

An explosion…

It barely lit up the area behind me.

Another…

There was a small gust of wind now which were caused by falling buildings around me. But I was getting close…

A third explosion…

This time, I'm caught in it. But I use my own body to protect the girl I'm holding tightly.

I don't even have time to collect my bearings before I lose consciousness.

I had survived that day, but I never had the chance to see my parents as they left.

All I can later remember is that I was inside a tent, my body being covered by a sleeping bag.

My head ached, and for a moment, I thought I had been drunk the night before (despite the fact that there had never been a single drop of alcohol in, or anywhere near, my mouth). Then the events that happened flashed through my mind, and I whipped up instantly.

That was my first mistake.

A few of my ribs were broken, so I had to bite down hard on my lip to keep the scream from emitting from my mouth. Looking around, I saw the girl was laid next to me, while the tent flap was open. I couldn't move very well, but I was able to see that multiple people were walking around, talking amongst one another. I felt my ribs, feeling light-headed. The girl next to me snoozed on, despite the large amount of noise around her.

It was a slightly peaceful sight.

I tried speaking, but I ended up going into a coughing fit. I covered my mouth with my hand, the fit making me feel something red and gooey come over it. Bringing my elbow away, I saw blood covering part of it. Staring at the sight, I wasn't bothered. The sight of blood never affected me, so I was fine… in one way.

The sound of couching was enough to make some people outside to take notice of me though, and I hear them call out to different people, and a person with a slightly annoyed look on his face came to me.

"Hey…" I tried to wave weakly at him, but he just kneels down and puts his hand on my ribs. "Hey, what are you-" I stop myself when I feel my pain start to subside quickly. Quicker than any medicine or pain killer could possibly do. Before I can even realize how much surprise is written on my face, the man withdraws and leaves instantly.

"…Thanks!" I call to him, but he doesn't answer. He only leaves the cabin behind, not even turning around to at least acknowledge my thanks.

I glared out at him, but now I could see better at my surroundings. The people outside the cabins stood firmly outside, like soldiers guarding a room, only without rifles poised on the ground.

I look to the girl lying beside me, and I notice the bandaged part on her head.

Apparently, I hadn't shielded her from everything the explosions had to offer.

I lifted up my hand to eye-level, seeing light burn marks here and there.

Clenching my fist, I remembered the way people screamed. They screamed for help as they tried to run away from that freak storm.

The only thing anyone ever knew about it was that it was stronger than any other storm in the history of the entire world.

But when I looked back at the storm…

I clutched my head, chuckling at myself.

I must've been hallucinating. Because for a moment, I actually thought the entire storm was only one person. One lone man, with a blood red shirt with black highlights on each side of his shirt, and reddish tint to his hair, with chalk white skin. He looked almost like…

I shook my head, hardly believing myself. No way was it him…

A groan from beside me broke me of my thoughts. I glanced over at the girl laying next to me. She was starting to wake up.

"Mom… Dad…" I crawled over to her silently, trying to wake her up.

"Hey, your Mom and Dad are –" I stop when she clasps me in a tight hug.

"Daddy!" She hugs me tightly.

But I'm not her… "I'm… your daddy isn't…"

"Dad, where is Mom?"

I really had no idea how she mistook me for her father… we look nothing alike!

She had short brown hair and eyes, though there was some ash here and there.

Me? I had long red hair and green eyes!

"I'm not your…" Then it occurred to me that they might not even be… "Can you tell me your name?" I looked down at her, hugging her back.

She had a pained expression on her face. "My… my name is…"

"Surely, you know your name?"

"Uh…"

I stared at her expectantly.

But she kept saying the same thing: "Uh… my name…"

I stared at her for a long time, seeing just how genuinely confused she was. She honestly didn't know her own name. And she mistook me for her father.

As my gaze came to cross her head injury, the realization went over me.

This girl… This girl…

"You have amnesia…"

A/N: The main story will kick in next chapter.