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He pounded on the bars of the cell again, as the guard walked away from him. "NO!" He shouted. "You can't leave me in here! Please, I did nothing wrong!" He screamed desperately. His words fell on deaf ears as the door slammed shut. Silence fell upon the hall, and he was completely alone. His hands gripped the bars tightly, the cold metal biting into his skin. No.
Providing new organs, should her Original's fail. That was her purpose. Her function. That's why she was kept in a tiny cell, strapped to a hard bed. Waiting. Waiting to be harvested, waiting for termination. She was spare parts, created on the Farm. Cattle. Organ cattle. Only, that wasn't what she wanted to be anymore. It was time to fight.
He picked up the dice carefully, taking a breath. Alright. It had been a good night so far, somehow, the odds have been in his favour since about six o'clock. He shook the dice a little, glancing to his left and giving an easy smile to the woman standing near him. "Hey little lady, how about some good luck?" He winked, holding the dice up to her. She rolled her eyes, putting her hand on her hip, but leaned in, blowing on the dice. He grinned, shaking them up some more. Alright, it was now or never. He rolled them between his hands one last time, before taking a breath and throwing them out onto the table. He just hoped lady luck was still watching over him tonight.
"Hard to port!!" The Captain yelled urging his men, their black flags being raised. The command echoed through the ship as the men turned. Terrian raced up from below deck. Were they being attacked?! He climbed up to the crows nest, searching for Lan. She was there, watching out ahead. "What is it?" He asked her, grabbing her spy glass.
"Nuthin' good, Princess." She growled. He peered through the glass, his heart stopping for a moment when he saw the Royal Seal, adorning the enemy ship. His Brother's seal. He had been found.
She was a secretary. NOT a bloody weapons dealer. She had never held a gun in her life. Never had the desire to do so either, yet here she was. She ducked behind the wall as the explosion rocked the entire street. The man beside her whistled happily, adrenaline pumping through his veins. "Hell YEAH!" He shouted, watching the body parts fly. She pushed up her glasses. "Ready to go Miriam?" He asked. She nodded silently. She was never ready for this. They ran around the corner, firing into the massive Horde of Infected. The flesh was peeling from their bodies as they ran towards them, looking for somewhere to sink their teeth. Miriam held her gun firmly as she fired into them. She was never ready to deal with the Infected. But she had to admit she was starting to enjoy the sound of bullet meeting flesh. What had become of her?
Keeton stared at the platinum blonde girl he had just saved from nearly being crushed by a bus. Everything about her was...colourful. She had on bright pink shorts with a neon yellow shirt and a blue sweater. There was a bucket hat on her head, and a polka dot umbrella in her right hand, despite the sun shining down on them. Her arms were filled with multi coloured bracelets, going nearly to her elbows. In a small town like this, she stood out, and that wasn't a good thing.
"I'm sorry, I should be more careful where I'm going." she said in an airy voice.
"You think?" He voiced as the thought entered his head. "Just be more careful next time." He sighed.
"That's the thing about a new town, you never know when something exciting is going to happen." Exciting? He thought. God, this girl really was insane. Time to leave. He just gave her a nod, and headed off.
"Wait! Your name!" She called
"Keeton." He said over his shoulder as he walked away.
"I'm Amira!!" She shouted back, waving and a huge grin on her face. "It was nice to meet you!" She called, but he pretended he couldn't hear. Best to stay away from someone like that. Yet..he was curious.
"WHAT THE HELL CALEB!" Jeremy shouted as he hurried to scoop the water out from their small fishing boat. God this had started off as a quiet morning. Then a bullet entered their boat, and things got out of hand from there. Caleb aimed his gun towards the shore, firing a quick shot. "Just keep us from sinking Jeremy, I have a clear shot!"
"At WHAT?!" Jeremy shouted.
Apparently there were things Caleb had failed to mention.
It felt like fire running through him. The wine barely hit his throat before it began to spread. His hand shook, the sound of the goblet falling to the ground echoing through the hall. The servant who had handed him the wine screamed when she saw what happened. "SIRE!" She cried as a hand went to his chest. His mind was spinning as his breath came in short ragged breaths. He couldn't focus on anything except the pain. It went from his throat all the way to his fingertips and toes. He couldn't escape it. It consumed him completely as he fell to the floor.
She swallowed nervously, stepping onto the transport pad. Henry slung the gun he was toting onto his back, and starting to fiddle with the controls. "Henry..." she said nervously.
"Don't worry Brooke. If my calculations are correct, this will get us out of the city. We can get away from the Infected. Hopefully have a better chance of finding Safe Haven." he said, running a hand down his face, smearing the dirt that was covering him.
"And if you're wrong?" she asked, still watching the man carefully.
"Then we'll land right in the middle of the city, and will both die a very painful death."
"..You had best get those coordinates right, Henry."
Caleb rubbed his hands together, trying ward off the cold night air. It was freezing out here. He didn't understand what she was so freaking happy about. Snow. How wonderful. But the girl beside him was smiling brightly looking up at the night sky. "I don't know how people can see sights like this, and not believe." She sighed, sticking her tongue out and catching a snowflake.
"I wish I could see what you see, Astrid." He sighed, looking up at the falling snow.
"I wish you could too" she smiled, turning to him. "It's wonderful."
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