In a world where the government is trying to control the population, every family is assigned to be either hiders or seekers. The hiders spend their lives hiding, while the seekers spending their lives finding and killing these hiders. Samantha John...
A few days later, there still has been no sight of anyone, thankfully. My family and I have been so on edge, constantly freezing every time we hear a noise outside or see an animal rush by through the trees. It feels like it's been forever since we have all gotten a good night of sleep, and it's definitely causing some hallucinations. Some nights, I find myself looking out the window of the RV into the darkness, and my eyes catch what looks to be silhouettes of figures behind trees, watching and waiting. But after blinking a few times, they disappear, leaving me to realize my eyes are playing tricks on me.
My family has kept the TV off ever since we saw the live news broadcast and that eerie man, whose green eyes have haunted my dreams when sleep does manage to find me, but last night, I heard my dad turn it on when he thought everyone was sleeping. I was the only one awake and had to hear the awful things happening out in the world. The gruesome murders, the names of the families who have been killed, the things the seekers are doing to torture these poor people- all of it. I ended up rushing to the bathroom and emptying my stomach into the small toilet, while my father held back my hair, apologizing profusely for his mistake.
After that, the tv has remained shut off, but I occasionally check my phone to read online articles, mainly looking for any familiar names of those who have been killed. I can't help but wonder how my friends and other family members are doing. How is Barbara doing? Are they alive? Are they seekers? Have they killed anyone? Are they thinking about us?
My dad advised us not to contact anyone, just in case they were seekers. My heart aches at the thought of being found by either my friends or my other family; would they kill us, or would they spare us mercy?
Over the past few days, my dad has taught us how to hunt and fish, which has become a good activity to get our minds off of things. It also has helped us stock up on a lot of food. My mom and sister mainly do the fishing, while my brother, dad, and I take care of the hunting. I have gotten pretty good at it; I just feel guilty for the animals that I have had to kill.
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The days have been slowly dragging on and I find myself losing hope. My dad and mom have been telling us that maybe one day we can build a little house out here in the woods, since we have been very lucky with no one finding us. I just wish someone would put a stop to this before it gets to that point.
Now here I am tonight. It is about 11 PM, and I am laying in my little bed, staring at the ceiling of the RV. My back has been aching due to the rock-hard mattress that I've been laying on. I know I shouldn't be complaining right now because there are people dying; I just wish I was back in my comfortable house when life was still normal and easy.
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