Sci Fi Story Beginning-- Lindsay

A scene of devastation met their eyes in the form of a curling roof and blackened, blistered wood.

They were gone.

Radical thoughts stung Jade's head and made it ache a pain that she couldn't bear. It hurt her bones, made her knees weak, and left her breathing heavily in panic. "No. This isn't the house. We're on the wrong street. We went the wrong way and I never grew up here! This isn't my home. My room window isn't there, so it's all wrong!" Glass lie shattered and glistening on the grass below a second story gaping hole that was about ready to concave.

David's vision was blurry and his heart beat fast, but his voice didn't waver. "Take my hand now. We are leaving. The farther we can get on foot by nightfall, the better off we are." He knew that the smoldering house was a sign left by Ed. Ed had set it as a warning. David suspected Jade's parents were merely crumbling piles of ash. Possibly locked in their homes the night their arsonist set their home ablaze. There wasn't a doubt in David's mind that this was true.
It was something Ed would do for sure. He would never give up.

David would keep running.

Ed always got what he wanted.

And so, the chase continued.