Worries..

I was looking at the dark oak wood door for a few minutes but it seemed like hours. The sounds being my heartbeat against my breathing and the crackling of the flames in the fireplace. How long have I been here? Where even am I ? And who was that lady with the mask from earlier? These were all questions circling around my head.

My questions were then halted when

Someone burst through the door. "COPPER you're awake yay" they yelled quite abruptly. It was my best friend pocket who was now jumping around the room in a excited way. I told him to calm down and that I was ok.

After about half an hour of talking I finally understood the situation. They ran away like I told them but found a small village at the end of the forest. They went to the closet door and knocked on it hoping to find someone that would help, lucky someone opened it. The someone being the lady from earlier she seems nice but did not talk much.

Pocket told me that he was worried when the lady brought me back passed out and pale as the snow around me. I looked at him with a slightly sad look, he asked what was the matter and I told him... "I honestly didn't know if I was gonna make it, i could feel the last bits of warmth start to leave my body."

We both then fell silent for a second then pocket tucked my long ginger hair behind one of my ears and said " it's ok now. We have you back safe and warm. I would have gone myself to look for you but I had to keep the others safe."

I told him it was fine I wouldn't want him to look for me if it would endanger the others anyway. Pocket was a skinny boy with dark brown hair some might call it black against his light olive skin. He got his name from his father a watch maker, the best in our old town. That was until the virus hit when that happened no one is allowed to make anything clockwork and anyone caught doing it would be arrested. You can guess what happened...