Amy Thompson's Story

Abigail's stomach lurched, A strong smell of rust hung in the air, reminding her of the metallic smell of blood she so often encountered at the Animal Rescue. Her mind was fuzzy, and her heart was pounding in her ears. She must have blacked out, The last thing she remembered was the scent of fresh roses in the cool crisp air of her home in England. Slowly she opened her eyes, her sight blurred from sleep. She rubbed them, trying to clear her vision... It worked some what, or did it the roof above her seemed unreal, cogs and gears turning high above her.
I must still be dreaming, she decided.
She sat up, too fast, her head spun from the movement. She shook herself trying to clear her thoughts, her body didn't seem to be responding correctly.

Abigail bit her lip, her mouth she realized was dry and cracked, her lip cracked and bleeding from lack of moisture. It just didn't seem right, even for a dream...

She stood slowly, her legs shaky and weak, and looked around, her first priority was find water, and quickly. Her surroundings looked hopeless, metal surrounded her in every direction, metal ground, metal sky, and in the distance... were they metal trees...?
After a while her eyes came to rest on three others, two girls and a boy. She slowly stumbled toward them,
Maybe they know something, she thought, quite unsure of herself.

Abigail stared at the boy for a few minutes, then blinked a couple of times.
"Am....I...?What?" she mumbled shaking her head.
Her brain was working slowly but his words eventually sank in and begin to make sense...
"I'm...alright," she manged to rasp, but then shook her head, "I need water."

The boys second question had not quite sunk in...
Good or bad? How did one define them?...The question seemed too black and white, surely someone could be a shade of grey, neither good nor bad... Couldn't they?
She thought about it for a while, she was generally a kind person, people at home had often referred to her as optimistic and caring. Did these qualities make her a "good" person... She guessed they must...
"A good person, I guess..."
She went to say more but her throat was to dry, and no sound came out.
Why is the air so dry...

Abigail accepted the boy's help gratefully, and the two walked slowly over to the two girl's. The boy's comment on the lack of water had her worried.
How long can I go without water... Will we find some in time? She pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind, after all she was just dreaming... Wasn't she?
"um... My name? Abby, Abigail Blackurn," she said unable to produce anything more than a whisper.

It took a few minutes to reach the other two, Abigail dropped to the ground, and sat there for a while trying to catch her breath. Only now did she actually look at the three people around her. The boy was pale skinned with jet black hair, The younger of the girls had long brown hair and the third, the second girl had short blue hair, and wore dark clothing. They all seemed fairly normal considering their surroundings. "Thankyou," she whispered to the boy, before looking around at her surroundings. Surely there is water somewhere around here...