saving-an-apocalypse

RULES +You must post these rules +Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and create ten new questions for the people you tag to answer. +You have to choose ten people to tag and post their icons on your journal. +Go to their pages and tell them you have tagged him/her (psshh, yeah okay...sureeee lol) +No tag backs +No crap in the tagging section about "you're tagged if you're reading this." 1. Who's your favourite YouTuber, and why do you find this specific individual exceptionally appealing? AmazingPhil. He's so socially awkward and takes abuse like it's his second nature. He's just like me. 2. If you could live

Chapter 10 Phoenix was woken up by a banging on the door. She slowly rubbed her tired eyes, rising from the sofa and glaring at the clock. It was twenty three minutes to four. She had been home since half past, so she must've only had five minutes to sleep. She felt tired, more tired than she had felt in months. The hallway seemed to reach out towards the front door as Phoenix slowly walked along it, the walls spinning in front of her eyes. The corridor seemed to twist around, contorting itself around her brain. She grabbed onto the door handle, more to steady herself than to turn it. After another persistent batter – Phoenix could've sworn

Chapter 9 Phoenix slowly crouched down and walked along the stone corridor, feeling her way along it with her fading light and the stone blocks to her right. It was getting narrower and the ceiling was lowering. Shining the dim light onto her scrap of paper, she read a vague direction. She gestured her arm to the blackness beyond. 'Further on, then to the right... At least I hope it is,' she whispered, breaking the silence. It was like being in the catacombs underneath Paris, only with much less light. Walking on a couple more paces, she slowed down considerably. Her light was gone. 'Are you feeling ok?' he asked from behind her. 'Fine,'