The Imitators & the Journey Alone
Me, Matt, my brother and a few other people were fighters against a malicious group of imitators. The imitators could change their shape, very good at blending in, and they were the bad guys. There were only six of us that knew about the bad guys and their plans. My plan: we had to leave town, because if we stayed, the imitators would target my family. It was the last night. It slowly turned into evening. The six of us stayed in my room, pretending to just hang out. My parents were upstairs. We looked at old scrapbooks, laughing and enjoying the comfort of our own home. I was getting sadder and sadder, knowing the time was drawing short and when I say goodnight to my friends and family tonight, it would be the last time, because I'm never coming back here again. If I do, the imitators would find out where my family lived. Evening fell. I'd left my room and was packing with some of the others. My brother stayed in my room because he was reading a book. I saw four men suddenl...