I know,its a corny title. But i am trying to write a short story with a kick-ass protagonist in a dark age, with romance playing second-fiddle. This is just a start. I hope you like it!
"I feel exhausted", she exclaimed loudly to the walls of the empty room. Well, near empty room. There was a rat somewhere nibbling at last nights' left-over pizza . She had to remind herself twice to clean the room and every time she started, she got distracted by something shiny she came across. Everything, every possession was a new discovery. If only she owned such a place in a more legal fashion.
"We have to get going sheila...the owners will be back soon and we need to find a new hide-out," her best friend and partner-in-crime Andy said.
The world was collapsing around them in Little City. It was days of drudgery, exhausting walks without water or food, some lucky pick-up trucks later that they found themselves at the margin of Central City. The apocalypse hadn't reached here. It was surprising how news of death and disease traveled. The first steps taken by the Center was not to cure us or rescue the residents of Little City; instead it was to barricade the boundaries, preventing us from crossing over. Humanity is the last resort that the powerful use to sell their ideas. Fear is the first emotion that is exploited.
The noise of the key turning in the lock reached them.
"We need to leave ASAP. Leave the laptop behind. We have all the material in the Back up Drive," Andy murmured urgently as he stood to get together all the food and packaged water they stole..uh..borrowed.
She was still stuck to the laptop.."Just one more file...it has all the formulas of the second code.."
"Come on cher...we don't have time" He tried to push her towards the window.
"You go along...I am behind you." She typed as fast she could accelerating the transfer speed, compromising on quality.
The main door opened.
She took out the drive as the transfer got completed and ran to the window. Her heart was beating erratically. They were in one of the WnP soldier's barracks. The soldiers were known to be ruthlessly faithful to the center, killing mindlessly, only working on orders.
As soon as one of her legs was off the edge, she tied the connecting rope to the pillar of opposite building.
"Little rat....where are you going" a cruel voice whispered in her ear. Intimately. She knew that voice. The voice of her nightmares. A tight hand gripped her shoulder. She started to scream as another hand shut her mouth.
"Come on little rat....you entered the dragons lair. Our fun has just begun."
Something hard hit her head.
And then all she knew was darkness.
Her last thought was of hope: wishing Adam saved the code that she transferred in the Disc and threw across the building , inside the opposite window. She wished she could see her little sister one last time, tell her the story of a time when there were no rulers, no liars and men with cruel voices didn't exist
But darkness called to her and she followed along, like a sirens song.
"I feel exhausted", she exclaimed loudly to the walls of the empty room. Well, near empty room. There was a rat somewhere nibbling at last nights' left-over pizza . She had to remind herself twice to clean the room and every time she started, she got distracted by something shiny she came across. Everything, every possession was a new discovery. If only she owned such a place in a more legal fashion.
"We have to get going sheila...the owners will be back soon and we need to find a new hide-out," her best friend and partner-in-crime Andy said.
The world was collapsing around them in Little City. It was days of drudgery, exhausting walks without water or food, some lucky pick-up trucks later that they found themselves at the margin of Central City. The apocalypse hadn't reached here. It was surprising how news of death and disease traveled. The first steps taken by the Center was not to cure us or rescue the residents of Little City; instead it was to barricade the boundaries, preventing us from crossing over. Humanity is the last resort that the powerful use to sell their ideas. Fear is the first emotion that is exploited.
The noise of the key turning in the lock reached them.
"We need to leave ASAP. Leave the laptop behind. We have all the material in the Back up Drive," Andy murmured urgently as he stood to get together all the food and packaged water they stole..uh..borrowed.
She was still stuck to the laptop.."Just one more file...it has all the formulas of the second code.."
"Come on cher...we don't have time" He tried to push her towards the window.
"You go along...I am behind you." She typed as fast she could accelerating the transfer speed, compromising on quality.
The main door opened.
She took out the drive as the transfer got completed and ran to the window. Her heart was beating erratically. They were in one of the WnP soldier's barracks. The soldiers were known to be ruthlessly faithful to the center, killing mindlessly, only working on orders.
As soon as one of her legs was off the edge, she tied the connecting rope to the pillar of opposite building.
"Little rat....where are you going" a cruel voice whispered in her ear. Intimately. She knew that voice. The voice of her nightmares. A tight hand gripped her shoulder. She started to scream as another hand shut her mouth.
"Come on little rat....you entered the dragons lair. Our fun has just begun."
Something hard hit her head.
And then all she knew was darkness.
Her last thought was of hope: wishing Adam saved the code that she transferred in the Disc and threw across the building , inside the opposite window. She wished she could see her little sister one last time, tell her the story of a time when there were no rulers, no liars and men with cruel voices didn't exist
But darkness called to her and she followed along, like a sirens song.
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