[ WP ] You begin to have the sneaking suspicion that Death *likes* you

Life is good and all, but to me, death is more interesting. Every time something died, she would always be there in the shadows, a girl in a black cloak covering her whole body. As a child, I always wondered who she was and why no one else saw her. I only saw her for brief moments, but she captured my fascination. I wondered who she was and why I would see her everywhere. I was only interested in who she was until the day I survived the start of the war and spoke to her for the first time. 
 
 I was only 12 when the war began. I was riding the bus back home from school when it happened. I had barely survived by being cushioned with the bodies of others on the bus when the bombing began. I lost consciousness for several minutes and woke up among the bodies and surrounded by burning vehicles. Miraculously, I was only slightly burned with cuts and bruises all over my body although I hadn ’ t gotten any serious injuries. However, I knew it was n't safe there so I struggled to get out of the bodies. I had just left the broken bus when I saw her in the middle of the road, uninjured and just blankly watching the world burn. 
 
 `` Hey! Get out of there! Those planes might come back and the cars will probably blow up soon with all this fire!'' I shouted to her. 
 
 She merely looked at me and pointed to herself wondering if I was talking to her. 
 
 `` Yes, you! Why are you just standing there watching? It is n't safe to be here!'' 
 
 She walked to me slowly as if unsure of what was happening until she was right in front of me. 
 
 `` Can you see me?'' 
 
 `` Of course I can. I ’ ve been wondering why you show up everywhere, but we really should move to somewhere else.'' 
 I grabbed her hand and pulled her along with me before she could say anything else. We needed to get to a bunker soon before talking. Nowadays, every city had bunkers in case of bombings as people grew fearful of the wars they saw on the news. I searched for the signs leading to the nearest fallout shelter and followed them to a parking garage. It was a sturdy building so it had survived the bombs. We went to the entrance of the shelter where we could hear people talking deeper inside. 
 
 `` Let ’ s get inside before things get any worse, the shelter should be safe.'' 
 
 `` No. I have to go do my job. This is the first time someone so healthy has been able to see me though… I think I ’ ll speak to you later.'' 
 
 She looked solemn as she knocked loudly on the door. 
 
 As she spoke, she raised her hand in front of my face and the last thing I heard was her voice. 
 
 `` Just stay in the hospital when you wake up. I ’ ll find you later.''
