Hidden: The Martial Law

I regain my consciousness of reality in the middle of nowhere. I am sitting against a tree bark. How long was I asleep? The trees block my sight in every direction. Does my family survived? Am I really alone here? My vision is still blurred. Tears sprinkle down my face without my command; tears that are irrevocable. This once beautiful place is surely damaged by the menacing storm. As my vision cleared, I  began to look for my family and the rest of our group. 

The chilly wind is blowing my face as I find my way through the fallen trees. I spot something rare with my peripheral vision. It looks white — like a paper. This is a newsletter used for communication, so I pick it up and read the letters on the page. This particular page includes news such as the beginning of executing rebels, the unity the government successfully brought among the major population of the earth, and some other entertainment news. I am very grateful for the update until something attract my attention. The headline reads 'Mission To Hunt Rebels Outside The City [Martial law]'. This is self-explanatory. 

Before the storm hits, the government must have started their mission. Seems like they weren't too far behind us for this paper to get here. I sense right away that God is providing me some vital information. All of a sudden, I feel numb as my mind is urging my body to find my parents. My body is weakening — ....

I hear my mom and dad calling my name. Moments later, my brother and sister joined. They are safe, aren't they? But why am I not seeing their faces? 

My eyes finally open. I'm in a small, dark cave. There was a fire, and there is my sister beside me. I sit up from my lying position as my sister's eyes meet mine. Without hesitating, I asked "What happened? Where were you guys? Where in the world are we? Where's mom and dad and our brother?". The questions that didn't enter my mind filter. Surprisingly, my sister calmly explain to me what has happened. 

It's been four days since they found me lying on the ground with the newsletter in my hand. When my parents found out about the martial law, they made the decision to run toward the river they had located earlier. They carried me along with them. Some people that followed us observed traps, but it's too late for them to warn my father before he stepped on one of them. That's when he dropped me, and the net enclosed me instead of him. Fortunately, one guy brought a pocket knife with him. After that incident, the group rushed towards the river, crossed it, and found a cave for temporary shelter — that's where we are now. 

No one is sure if the traps have some kind of detecting device. Why would it matter? God can do anything beyond human's abilities. He has the authority and power to protect us as long as we believe in Him. Currently, the rest of my family and a couple of guys are going out to look for food, while some stayed with us. Ironically, my mind is in the most peaceful stage right now ever since the beginning of this hiding thing. I guess it's a sign of assurance from God. I can see it in everyone's faces.