They was just fog everywhere, it covered up the once busy streets of New York like thick snow. I couldn’t see anything as I fanatically searched for my older brother and the only parent I had left. It was hopeless, nobody was around anymore and it was just me. As tears started to fall down my face, I felt truly lost and alone. I shouted and screamed for my family, “MUM!! MUM!! PLEASE!! FRANK?!”, but the lifeless streets gave no reply. At that moment out of nowhere someone ran pass me and then disappeared back into the fog. And then another ran past, I tried to stop them to ask for help but at that moment millions more people came from nowhere and pushed pass me, screaming in terror. This only scared me more, thankfully though with so many people running the mist finally starting to clear. As I tried to think on the spot vampire like beings emerged from the little fog left, gripping the weapon my brother had given me, and I prepared for them to attack once again. Shaking a little as one of them made eye contact with me and gave me an evil smirk. A scream rose out my throat making the civilians around me stop and look at me, but only making the rest of what were being called Dracs or the soldiers of BL/ind stare at my shaking figure. Suddenly out of nowhere a figure emerged from the crowds and grabbed my hand, yelling at me to run. I did as the stranger ordered me and as we pushed through the once again running citizens I glanced at his face.
It was Frank.
I admired his face and dyed black hair, crying tears of joy as we made a sharp turn into an abandoned alleyway. Just as I was about to say something, he covered my mouth with his left hand as the other held a ray gun. It was identical to the one he had given me, green with random stickers plastered on. He held the gun up to his lips, as if it was a finger, signalling me to be quiet. I nodded and he removed his sweaty hand from my mouth, only to then push me against the alley wall and shield me from sight with his back. Just as I was about to complain the Dracs I saw before ran past, thankfully not giving a second look at the alleyway that concealed Frank and I. He looked into my hazel eyes with concern and then moved his head to look over his shoulder. As the noise of terrified scream and angry battle cries got quieter, Frank engulfed me in a hug. “I’m so sorry, Amber. I’m so sorry. Oh god! I’m so fucking glad to see you.” I started crying onto his shoulder muttering the odd it’s not your fault and I’m so glad to see you too, I felt his silent tear drop onto my neck. The hug deepened and I just wanted to stay like that forever, never letting go. But as we started to hear the sounds of screams and ray guns reappear. Frank panicked and broke the hug, trying to hide the fact that he was scared shitless and had been crying. He once again took my hand in his and took me further into the dark alley, hoping we’d blend in with our black hair and dark clothing into the darkness at the back of the dead-end alley. Frank gripped my hand tight for reassurance as we both looked down the alley and to the slit of the main street that we could see. They were many lifeless bodies abandoned on the road, smoke rupturing from the deadly wounds they’d been given by the Dracs’ ray guns. The different colour rays shot everywhere, not calming when it suddenly began to rain. Quickly small pools of rainwater formed on the uneven floor making a few people fall to the floor only to be murdered by a nearby Drac. The screams started to die down as the innocent people were shot down but there were still the faint yells from the few survivors. I wanted to help them but remembering what my father had told me of my blood made me think that if I came out of my hiding spot it would only make things worse for everyone. I started to shake more as my mind replayed my father’s death.
We, me, Frank, Mum and Dad, all sat on the sofa staring open-mouthed at the TV in front of us. The news had been paused on the screen but I could still hear the words of the newsreader, circling around my head. “Better Living Industries have taken most states only leaving Kentucky, Pennsylvania, New York and Connecticut unharmed by the industry. But the left over police are saying that the invading ranks of ‘Dracs’ are on the move towards them. And it is predicted there shall be a strong and sever attack upon the city of New York. Civilians are being advised to stay below ground and to not try not to leave the area they are in when the attack begins or they will be killed.” The broadcast had ended after that from my father pausing the TV. Him and mum had paled, the look of realisation plastered onto their faces.
“Amber,” my father turned to me and stood up pulling me with him, saying that we needed to talk in private, in the kitchen.
My bare feet gracefully clattered onto the wooded floor of the kitchen, my father held me by the shoulders as his face filled up with guilt and sorrow. “Me and your mother used to work with BL/ind,” He blurted out his face dropping to face the floor. I stepped back in shock and mumbled “You're one of them?” Just as he was about to reply with an excuse, I interrupted him saying “Are you and mum going to take me and Frankie to the factories?” My voice started to rise, “Are you going turn your only children into zombies by forcing us to eat those mind wiping pills? I can’t believe you never told us! YOU TRAITORS! LIARS! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO US? YOU PIECE OF-” I was cut off by my father’s large hand slapping over my mouth, as he looked over to see if Frank and mum could hear but they had gone upstairs to grab somethings. “Let me speak.” He said harshly. “We would never do that Amber, we quit and ran away from the bastards. We did bad things back then but we realised our faults and ran away to protect you and your brother.” He spoke softly, pulling me into a bone-crushing hug. He rubbed my back and continued “Do you want me to tell you why we ran, honey?” I pulled out from the hug and gave a sharp nod. He sighed and pushed his hand through his dark brown hair, messing it up a bit. “What happened that was so drastic to turn you good?” I spat sarcastically, I couldn’t trust anyone from BL/ind, not even my parents, they’d killed so many people just so the government would give in (which they still hadn’t) to their demands to take the country and make it ‘better’. “Right, look I’ve got to make this quick and if you don’t want to die you aren’t going to hate me and your mother after I’ve told you. Agreed?” I didn’t want to agree, but I’d didn’t want to die either, I also was intrigued to find out to make mum and dad, supposedly, run away from BL/ind I unhappy nodded my head. He huffed and began “After you were born from an accident pregnancy, BL/ind asked if they could give you this experimental injection that we were told to make you immune to all diseases. We obviously agreed and only a year later were we told the truth about the injection. It mutated your blood and made you into this being that was able to turn the Dracs, into well Dracs. They took a lot of your blood and that’s how they built up their ranks. But after we were told we attempted to try and run away with you but they managed to get a last sample of your blood, but it only turned people into Dracs and not whatever they were meant to be. You apparently weren’t mature yet and your blood would only work when you were, but we escaped and moved here. We haven’t heard from them until this week. I’m so sorry, Amber.” I was just taken back, I nearly fell over. My head was spinning with different thoughts, was he telling the truth? Could I trust his words? Was I the cause of these attacks? Were they looking for me? Could I trust my parents not to hand me over? A hand that gripped my shoulder broke away my thoughts; I looked up to see my dad looking at me with tears streaming down his reddened cheeks.
Out of nowhere the back door, directing behind my dad, opened revealing Korse, leader of BL/ind He held out a white ray gun as I yelled at my dad. I was too late though just as my dad turned round he was shot and fell down onto the wooden floor with a thud. I screamed, all the memories of my dad flooding into my mind making me dizzy. Everything became blurry and I barely managed to stand on my own two feet. Looking at my dad’s dead body was like looking into hell itself, I loved him so much. I now didn’t care if he was working or had worked for BL/ind; I loved him and couldn’t believe I’d just watch him be murdered. I started shaking uncontrollably thinking about how I had treated him just before he’d died. This was my fault as well, I had brought them here and they were looking for me.
Remembering where I was, I managed to remove my gaze from the lifeless body on the floor and to the murderer that stood before me. He had a devilish grin on his face as he recognised me. He started walking over to me the smirk not fading from his face as I screamed. As he started to come within a meter of me I started to quickly back up, my pleads for help not faltering as I did. Suddenly my back came into contact with the cold white wall. As I made eye contact with the murderous being striding towards me, I heard quick footsteps running down the stairs. I sighed and panicked a little less turning my head towards the entrance to the kitchen, only to get a growl from my ‘friend’ in front of me. My body went into a state of shock again, just as his pale hand gripped my long black hair. Dragging me towards the door where his soldiers waited. I started to struggle and scream as I was hair felt as if it was being pulled out; I turned around to see my mum and Frank run in with ray guns. They shot down most of the Dracs waiting by the door and one of them even managed to shoot Korse's hand, a bit of a miss from a lethal shot but at least I was free. I ran over to my family and Frank slipped a spare green gun into my hand and told me to run. So I did. That happened about half an hour ago.
Waking me out of my daze, Frank pushed me behind him holding his ray gun up to a Drac that had entered the alley way. He turned it off safety and shot. The flash of green shot through the air making no sound, I would say it was beautiful but this thing was lethal and about to kill. I closed my eyes not wanting to see the result of a ray gun again, even if this time it was killing a Drac and not my dad. Waiting for the sound of a body slamming onto the floor, I put my hands over my eyes, but the sound never came. He’d missed. I opened my eyes just in time to see Frank being pushed to the side, smashing his head into the wall; he landed in an awkward sort of crouching position. He was knocked out and now had blood gushing from a wound in his head, it dribbled down his face and arm, leaving a red mark down the skin. I screamed, as the Drac grabbed my arms hauling me over to the main street where a stainless white van with the better living logo on, now stood. I struggled trying to get back to Frank; I yelled his name countless times. Tears pooled over and danced their way down my cheeks, when he didn’t respond and just sat their losing too much blood. I struggled as much as possible and the last thing I saw was a fist coming straight for my face, before everything faded away and went black.
Song: Heroes by All Time Low
(Note: Song of the moment is not perfectly fitted to the chapter but is either one I listened to while writing it or a song I feel goes with the chapter in some way. And it will be on the spotify playlist called 'Book Playlist (WFLAW)'. I do not own any of the songs mentioned)