Eve

Based ten years after a nuclear war that destroyed most of the world. A small city in England called Eden has people who live to protect themselves and those around them. But when a group called the Dwellers threaten their lives as their leader who is only a ten year old girl who they believe has supernatural powers caused by the war, has said they will rage war with Eden. Eden's only saviours are an old army group who they call the disciples. They are the only hope for Eden. But they start to discover things about the Dwellers and their leader. Will the group fall with Eden or will they fight to protect. This action pact story is filled with twists and heart ache that will make you want to read more!

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3. The Wait

Palmer walked to the cafeteria on the uneven pavement. The cafeteria was only small, but it had held up for many years with no repairs. She opened the door. Not many people were in there, some tables were still empty. As the doors closed behind Palmer, everyone looked up in silence. Palmer felt uncomfortable, this has never happened before. She walked up to the table and collected her food from Margaret, the old lunch lady. It was supposed to of been her job before the war. Even she was looking at Palmer funny. Palmer gripped the plate in her hands and turned around. Everyone was still staring. She suddenly saw Mouse calling her from one of the tables. She was saved. She walked quickly and sat next to Mouse, a friend that Palmer was happy to see. Everyone started to do low chatter again.

“What’s everyone’s problem?” Palmer asked Mouse.

“They heard about the meeting with the President, they think it’s serious.” Mouse replied with food still in his mouth. Palmer looked at his plate, everything had cheese on it.

“I don’t know what it’s even about myself.” Palmer replied taking a bite of her dry bread.

“So you’re not even the slightest bit concerned?” Mouse asked leaning in and raising his eyebrows.

“Well yes I am concerned but not that much.” Palmer replied raising her shoulders up.

“You’re the worst liar ever Palmer.” Mouse said eating a piece of cheese.

“Just carry on eating your cheese.” Palmer said tearing a piece of dry bread and placing it in her mouth. But that’s when Palmer thought, how serious could it be?

“Is anyone else going to this meeting?” Mouse said leaning on his hand.

“Captain Ackerman and his squad.” Palmer said scrunching her face up for Mouse’s reply. Mouse nearly spat out his food.

“What? Then it’s obviously serious if they are bringing the elite squad in, and you should know why they are bringing you into the meeting.” Mouse said not finishing off what he was saying; he was too busy shoving another piece of cheese into his mouth. Palmer then really knew what was really going on, and why she was going. The only reason she could think of was her weapon skills, well with snipers. She knew she was going to be asked to go on a mission.

“But they already know my answer; I don’t see why they would bother.” Palmer said pushing her plate to the middle of the table and sitting back. Suddenly two teenagers from the other side of the table reached in and grabbed Palmer’s half eaten piece of bread.

“Yeah sure you can have that.” Palmer said with a face of disgust.

“Maybe it’s more serious than you think, I don’t see why you join up with the squad you will get more luxuries.” Mouse said stuffing his face with his last piece of cheese.

“It’s not about the luxuries, you know why I quit from the squad and that’s why I’m not going.” Palmer said sitting forward in frustration.

“Look, that was a long time ago and it wasn’t their fault, you should put it behind you.” Mouse said in a quiet tone.

“My family is dead because of them!” Palmer shouted pushing Mouse’s plate across the table. Everyone was looking at Palmer but she didn’t care.

“They tried to get to them you know that.” Mouse said still talking quietly.

“I don’t care, I’m not joining them.” Palmer said standing up and storming out of the cafeteria. She slammed the doors behind her. She sat on the pavement with her legs against her chest and her head on her knees. She just wanted the day to be over. She raised her head and rested against the wall. She saw some children running down the street. She looked the other way to see a woman carrying a baby. She looked to the ground. Everywhere she looked she saw memories of the family. Thinking of the memories made sharp pains in her chest. She pulled out her schedule sheet from her pocket. The second thing on her schedule was to go and watch the perimeter. Palmer stood up and started to walk to her checkpoint to pick up a gun. The edge of Eden wasn’t too far. Palmer kept her head down and walked to the checkpoint. The cold breeze hurt her cheeks. She put the collars of the jacket up to protect her cheeks. When she finally reached the checkpoint she opened the door. Jason Biggs was standing behind the counter. Jason was a medium build; he had a grey beard and had not even one hair on top of his head. He must have been in his mid-fifties. 

“Hello Palmer, you’re quite early today.” Jason said leaning on the counter.

“I finished eating early.” Palmer said walking to the counter. Jason turned around and grabbed Palmer’s usual gun. He loaded it and passed it to Palmer. It was a sniper, jet black color with a gold tip. Palmer grabbed it by the handle.

“Thanks Biggs.” Palmer said smiling. Palmer walked to the door. Palmer walked to the metal staircase. She climbed them all the way to the top with no stops. She sat in her usual spot. She sat on the wall and leant against a tall pillar. She leant her gun on the wall beside her leg. It was in arms reach just in case. Ahead of her was another pillar. To her right was the wasteland of London. Broken down buildings, no windows, no doors, just metal structures. She could see the London eye from where she was. She hardly gets any trouble on this side of the wall. Some irradiated animals like dogs. Sometimes there is some people from the Dweller camp who like to stir up trouble a couple of blocks from here, but if they one slip and be in the open for a few seconds Palmer takes them out in one hit. Palmer looked to the left, the view of Eden from up here was good. You could see everyone in the streets. You could see the Presidents house from here. The huge mansion like building in the middle of Eden. Palmer looked towards London again looking at the view that she has seen for years but it never got old. Palmer leant her head against the brick pillar. Palmer crossed her arms and placed them on her legs. Then she saw something out the corner of her eye. She looked to see it was three dogs coming towards Eden on the main road. Palmer quickly stood up and grabbed her sniper. She knelt on her knee and placed the sniper on the wall. She closed one eye and looked down the scope. She had a shot of the biggest one in the middle. Palmer placed her finger on the trigger. She took two deep breaths and took the shot. The bullet hit the dog in its neck making it be forced back by the power of the bullet. The other two dogs started to run back the other way. Palmer let them go as she didn’t want to waste any more bullets. Palmer sat back on the wall with the sniper rested in the same place.

“Nice shot.” Palmer heard from behind her.  She quickly turned her head to see it was Captain Ackerman, the leader of the team Palmer used to be in. The people call the team The Disciples.

“Haven’t seen you in a while.” Captain Ackerman said to Palmer. Palmer looked away.

“What do you want?” Palmer said looking over the wasteland.

“I wondered if you were coming to the meeting at twelve.” Ackerman said concerned.

“Yes I am- I can’t really miss it anyway.” Palmer said still looking away from Ackerman. Ackerman sat beside Palmer on the wall having his feet hanging off the wall.

“I guess you have already figured what we are going to ask you.” Captain Ackerman said looking at Palmer. Palmer didn’t answer.

“Look, we are not asking you join us permanently, we just need your help with this one thing and it’s pretty serious.” Ackerman said leaning closer to Palmer. Palmer turned her head.

“How serious?” Palmer said looking into Ackerman’s eyes.

“I can’t tell you, you will have to come to the meeting.” Ackerman said standing up and stretching.

“This better be serious.” Palmer said rolling her eyes. Ackerman walked down the stairs. Palmer was agitated about what was so serious to have a meeting with the president. Palmer leant her head against the pillar. Ackerman joined Burrell, McConnell and Drury (members of the squad) at the bottom of the stairs.

“What did she say?” Burrell asked Captain Ackerman with his arms crossed.

“She didn’t say much, but she is going to the meeting.” Ackerman said directed to everyone. There was silence for a moment.

“Where is Finley?” Ackerman asked. As Drury was about to speak, Finley came flying out of one of the doors. It was the local bar. Two women were at the door. Finley landed in the wet dirt. Finley looked up at the women.

“I did not steal that liquor!” Finley said slurring his words. Ackerman rolled his eyes. Finley pulled out a smoke and lite it. He paused with the cigarette in his mouth.

“Okay, maybe I stole these.” Finley said waving the cigarette around. Ackerman, Drury, Burrell and McConnell walked over to Finley.

“Don’t worry we will deal with him.” Ackerman said waving his hand at the two women. The two women walked in and slammed the bar door. Burrell and McConnell lifted Finley to his feet.

“You alright boss?” Finley said with the cigarette still placed in his mouth. Burrell and McConnell still had a hold of Finley’s arms. Ackerman snatched the cigarette from Finley’s mouth and stamped it in the floor.

“This has got to stop Finley.” Ackerman said in a disappointing low tone.

“Hey that was my cigarette.” Finley said still slurring his words.

“Let’s just get him to his bed.” Ackerman said rolling his eyes. Burrell and McConnell turned Finley around and started walk, Finley’s feet were dragging on the wet muck picking up dirt and he was dragged.

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