(My original writing piece. I do not tolerate copying or using this work without my consent.)

"In the clear skies we are safe... But in the rain... The voids linger. Voids are what we call floating dark shadow creatures that can kill and consume a person. They hunt out of malice and not for survival. There aren't many survivors left, the population of the world has dwindled but even so, there are still many out there who have found ways to avoid these creatures with seemingly no weakness. Many camps across the world where people still thrive."

"There is a rumour that there is a creature out there somewhere... Who weeps in sorrow, a saying that goes; 'The rain is its tears, but the voids are its fears' Nobody knows what started this rumour, perhaps just for the sake of it, or maybe to make it feel less terrifying, whatever the reason the danger of the voids is still real"

You are a lone Traveler in your late teen years, it's crazy to think you're part of the last generation to witness life before as this madness first started when you were only nine years old. It's a miracle you've survived this long with how clumsy you are in general. Until today; you were hiking through the forests when a drop of rain hit your head you held out your hand as it slowly started to trickle from the skies above very quickly turning into a storm, void creatures crawling out of the shadows and seemingly nowhere to hide.

In a heartbeat you feel your collar being grabbed, you are pulled under a large rock formation for shelter as a girl who looks around 17-19 or at least near your age, holds her hand over your mouth a knife in her other hand

"shhh...." She shushes you.

She holds you still so as to not alert the voids that are lingering close by as the sound of heavy rain is constant, filling the silence

She has medium-length brunette hair, a blue coat, stylised knee-torn jeans, hiking boots and a red beanie.