Survived

The world went to hell shortly after that first attack on the city I was in. Its was every man from themsleves until one day all the people who held a little bit of power silently agreed to live away from eachother. Now the world stayed divided up in to sections.

The first group of people were called the outsiders, the were the ones that you had to avoid they trusted no one and you were smart to do the same with them. Outsiders are the people who would kill you no matter what the age or circumstance. The were the closest group, and the most deadly, they had most of the weapons left. Then there was my group we are called the survivors, and that is exactly what we are. We do what we have to do to survive and nothing more, literally nothing more then that. The other groups are the murder, the lost, and the last. I don't know much about them, I just know their names.

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7. Chapter seven.

The night was cold and everyone was beyond exhausted in the morning. Anna looked miserable, Gemma looked pissed off, but the woman tagging along looked relieved to be away from the Lasts camp and able to get a decent rest without worrying what would happen if she closed her eyes. I got a good sleep thanks to Anna and Gemma, since they both couldn't sleep they decided that they would watch while I slept. If I didn't get any sleep last night I wouldn't be able to function right now and they would all have to try to make the journey back to my camp alone.

I sit up and look at Gemma she looks better then she did yesterday and honestly looks health. I wonder what would have happened to her if I didn't try and save her from Harry and Lucas. She could have been beaten like the woman with us or been tied up and forgotten like the man who tried to kill Anna. Thank god, we saved her.

The forest around us is filled with life and if you listen close enough you can hear the insects buzzing. I hate this forest, from the sounds of it, it will never shut up. I never liked the sounds of the forests or the camps because intruders could easily sneak up behind you and you wouldn't know until it was to late. And it would be to hard for them to easily take Gemma or Anna with them.

"Hey Eve, when are we going to head out?" Anna asks sounding impatient.

"Soon enough." I say trying to reassure her that it wouldn't be much longer "We just need to eat something and then we can go."

"Can I go look for some food." Gemma asks.

I nod and she gets up to leave and Anna follows close behind her clearly uncomfortable staying here with me. They walk off until I can't see them and I sigh. You never know what is out in the forest, there could be murderers or even just raiders minding their own business, but you still never know, or until it's to late.

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"Gemma, hurry up your so slow." I sigh as I race in front of her.

We were out training for the day and Gemma and I were stuck running extra laps in around the forest that surrounds our camp. We are finally on our second last lap, of the twenty extra we had to run, and my legs were already sore and strained from extra practice that I wasn't used to. I tripped over everything behind me and even over my own legs.

I look down at my legs and see that they are covered in mud and grass along with a little bit of blood from the minor cuts that were caused from running into sticks and logs. Yes, I managed to run into three logs today and each was because I was making fun of Gemma.

"I'm not that slow." Gemma says "You can just run further then me, I would much rather have to sprint."

Gemma is one of the fastest at our camp and has always complained about having to run distances, Sava has told us more then once that running distance is just as important as running short distance.

"Hello." A voice says coming from behind a tree.

I slow to a stop, as does Gemma. We look around for the tree that the voice is hidden behind but we can't seem to locate it.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Hello, little girls." The voice says again.

Gemma looks panicked and I don't blame her. The voice that is speaking to us sounds like it belongs to an old man and we got taught to stay away from old men because right now there isn't any laws so you never know what to expect.

"Who are you?" Gemma asks as she struggles to keep her voice at a level tone.

"No one you need to worry about, my dear." The strange voice calls out.

"Don't you call her your dear," I say "No one, especially an old creep, calls her that."

This man is beginning to frighten me and I don't like the way that he is talking to us. I grab Gemma's hand and start to jog forward.

"No, you must stay here." The voice demands.

"I don't think so." I say.

We start to sprint off, I have to ignore the complaints coming from my legs as I try to get away from the area the voice is coming from. Up ahead I can see the camp and a few of the guards that are walking around. They notice me running over and wave, I shake my head no, I don't need them trying to be nice right now.

I slow myself down to a walk as I get within about eighty feet of the border. I turn around to loo for Gemma but she isn't there, instead of running off to find her I turn to the guards.

"My friend is out there and there was a strange voice that creeps us out can you please go look for her." I ask hoping that they agree to go.

They nod their heads yes and jog off in the direction of the forest. The other men that were there walk over to me and tell me to go back to my "house". I comply and head back over there.

I sit on my bed for a long time and decide to go out to the main building to see if they found Gemma yet. I walk into the building and head over to our leader.

"IsGemma back yet?" I ask afraid of the answer. He nods his head yes and I relax a littlebit. I go over to the infirmary part of the building and ask for her. They tellme to go because the need to still check if she is okay. I goback to my house and fall asleep still worried about Gemma. In the morning, Iawake to find a bruised Gemma sleeping in her bed.

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I look up at the woman sitting across form me and get curious. I wonder where she came from, if she had a family, or what even is her name. she probably did leave people behind, probably her family. She still looks unsure of what is around her and she seems very nervous, but from judging the way she looks I don't blame her for being or feeling that way. She looks as though she was beat or just left in that room without any attention.

"Did you leave anyone behind." I ask letting curiosity get the better of me. I know that it is wrong and rude to do this but I decide that I should know if she is traveling back to my camp with us.

"umm, I left a sibling behind." The woman says nervously. She isn't looking me in my eyes and I can tell that she isn't comfortable with me asking her questions.

"What's your name?" I ask still not satisfied with not knowing enough about this woman.

"Thea." She says.

"Mine's Eve, if you didn't already know." I say trying to start a conversation with her.

"Yah I figured that." Thea says.

"You remind me of someone." I state, I don't know who she reminds me of but somehow, she seems familiar.

"Umm, that's because I haven't been completely honest with what you asked me." She confesses now looking me in the eye.

"Okay, how so?" I ask, if it is something important there might be a big issue if we have her with us.

I have trust issues and it defiantly not a good start if she is already lying to me. I can't trust anyone who lies to me, and that includes Gemma. If Gemma lied to me I wouldn't trust her again, and she knows that which is why she is always honest with me

"Well, for starters my name is Thalia." Thalia says. "And it was you who I left behind."

That's why she seems familiar, it's because she is my sister. She is my sister. I let this sink in. it sets in and I completely break down. Tears intensely falling down my face, loud sobs coming out of my mouth, kind of break down. Thalia tries to hug me but I push her away. My sister is acting as if she knows me, but she doesn't how could she, she wasn't there because she got left behind with my mother. I look at her now through my tear-filled eyes and see how much she looks just like my mom. Her hair is just dirty but you can easily see that her hair is a nice bright blonde and that her eyes are blue just like our mothers was.

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