Sign of the Times |H.S.|

They told me that the end is near, we gotta get away from here.


3. |three|

"I hope you know we're going to die."

"Hopefully not..." I paused,"Otherwise all this was for nothing."

He stopped walking, "You're scared."

Clearing my throat, I asked, " Scared of what exactly?"

"You're scared of dying." It was a statement that he had said with an amused smile.

"And you're not?"

Avoiding my question, Harry continued,"It's quite easy to tell actually, look at you, traveling a million miles just to get to the other side. All to not die."

"Harry I'm only 17! Of course I don't want to die! I still have a- had a life to live. I don't want it to all go to waste. Tell me Harry, how old are you?"

"No, I'm not scared. I've seen what this world is capable of. This is all just really some fun for before they wipe us out. I would have stopped trying, except I made a promise. I turned 19 yesterday." he said the last part quietly.

My eyes widened," Happy belated Birthday!"

Chuckling, he shoved me playfully,"Thanks."

We walked on quietly for a bit after that.



"How long have you been on the run for?"

A lot of us had chose to go into hiding, which was equally as dangerous as running.

"Bout three years? Yeah, three. You?"

"Two, the Feds haven't reached this part until recently."

"I see.. You know, I haven't actually learned your name?"

"I thought it 'didn't matter'?" It was my turn to smirk.

He huffed,"Fine, would you prefer I call you R132 then?"

"How did you-"

"Your jacket is ripped."

Sure enough, my jacked was ripped at the top, exposing my shoulder.

Yep. We were branded.

My eyes widened, "Sh*t."

I needed to patch this up, quick. 

Some years before any rebellions formed, surveys were taken regarding the new government system. Depending on how you answered, you were marked with a certain letter and numbers. Everyone got marked, and it was completely normal then, no one knew of the singling out method. Every letter meant something. F for feds, G for governments, so on, and R for rebels. 

This was the reason I could never wear anything revealing. I'd be spotted in a second. Well, I mean I could be spotted from a mile in many ways. 

Yay me.

Reaching in my bag, I found a needle and thread and some other things, except I couldn't use that; it was more for gun wounds and such. 

"Here." Harry said, handing me some duct tape. "This should do the trick."

It did.


Why was he so good to me? We could be both killed so easily if we were found together. He was almost too nice, it was oddly unsettling. 

"Why are you helping me?"

"I'm helping you help me."


"What's that 'sposed to mean?"

"Exactly what I said. I figured I could help you when in need and you in return." He smiled mischievously. "Alright, enough chit-chat. We're going to a residential area now."

"But Harry, aren't we supposed to be heading the other direction to get there?"

Scoffing, he said,"Listen Flower, you've been here for two years for crying out loud. I've traveled all the way from London. I think I know what I'm doing."

Explains the accent.

"Flower, really?"

"Well, you're not telling me your name." He said as he flicked me on the forehead.

I guess Flower it is then.






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