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.


10. Chapter ten.

There are soft white snowflakes falling down effortlessly from the sky as each one touches me and then disappears into my pale skin. The cold air is gently surrounding my making my skin be covered in goosebumps. It is peaceful out here away from all the activity inside.

"Honey, come inside you'll catch a cold." My mother calls from the front door.

We are at my aunt's house for Christmas and I am waiting for the rest of my family to show up. I sit down in the deep snow and instantly feel the bitter coldness nipping at my legs. I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to come out in the freezing temperatures only wearing a red and white dress that only fell just above my knees but I did anyway.

My mother hustles over to and picks me up. I look down upon where is was seated and see the tiny outline of my legs. I was the smallest of my class and was picked on for it, while most were tall I was still short for my age. My mum told me not to worry I would grow to be big and tall like she was someday. I don't believe that for a second but I let her think that it is helping me believe her.

"Mommy, I want to stay and wait for sissy." I say.

My sister was driving up with my dad because they had to finish up shopping for the rest of the family. My mother shakes her head no and laughs at me, clearly finding it funny that I was patient and determined enough to sit out in the cold weather.

"Mum, why are you laughing?" I ask trying to make her stop at the same time.

"Because of how cute you are." My mother says.

I hated being called cute but my mum didn't seem to understand that. I have grown to accept her calling me cute but deep down I still don't like being called it. It makes me feel little and unequal to the rest of the people around me.

I wake up and sigh. Just another day in paradise. It has been three days since I arrived here and I have yet to see Harry or Mercy, all that I have seen is two meals all day. The meals that I received where tasteless and odorless, which in my case in good it keeps me from knowing what I am eating.

Yesterday I was given a blanket and pillow, with my breakfast, to make my life a little easier. I have to admit that the pillow did help with making my sleep more enjoyable and the blanket helped with the freezing temperatures that came with the night. I still slept on the ground meaning my body still ached when I awoke each morning but I was hopeful that life would get better.

I sit up and rub my eyes not because of the brightness that you usually find when you awaken in the mornings but because I am trying to make my life as in order and I am trying to have as much control over it as I can. It helps to try and normalize this very unnormal situation.

The glass that covers the doorway is lifting slowly and as it gets higher and higher the screeching noise that belongs to it gets louder. I hear the sound of a metal tray be slid along the cold floor to me. I brush my hand out and feel the floor until I place my hand on something warm. This is strange it is warm. Aside from the food I am given being tasteless and odorless it is usually cold or room temperature.

I pick up the fork that was given and scoop a mouthful of food into my mouth, as usual it doesn't taste like anything but it is a nice change having warm food. I enjoy the small amount that was there and pick up the tray and return to the glass. I sit back down on my blanket and lay down, I am getting tired and am having a hard time stay awake. The feeling of existing slowly fades away and I can tell I am asleep.

The mountain breeze is cool against my hot skin, I had just run up the mountain side and am out of breath. I sit down on one of the larger rocks that were around me and inhale deeply. The air that surrounds me is cool and refreshing, unlike the air in the cities below. It also feels better as it enters my lungs, and I can tell that there is no pollution like the large amounts that are common in every place that has people living in.

I look into the forest and discover that there is a lot of wildlife, I can see many different birds fly above me and land on the branches that are filled with wildly colored leaves. If you look close enough you can even see bunnies hoping from one hiding spot to the next. I love the top of the mountain because of their relaxing nature and it also helps me clear my head from the business of my life.

The breeze that was once light is now very strong and I can tell that there is a storm fast approaching. I race down the mountain and into the city below, many people are heading indoors and I can tell that this isn't going to be a small storm. Mothers that are around me urge their children indoors and the children insist on staying outside and playing. The mothers are upset and are worried that they won't get there kids inside fast enough.

"Hurry on inside." I say trying to help the mothers.

The kids look up at me and nod, they head to their mothers and willingly go inside. The storm is really close now and the wind is strong enough that I am no longer standing. I crawl along the sidewalk but get nowhere I can't even seem to manage to crawl to safety from the storm. Rain starts pouring from the sky and covers me like a heavy wet blanket. I feel hopeless as I lay on the sidewalk getting beaten down by the rain, the rain is cold and is causing me to shiver. I can feel each raindrop as it hits my back, each one feels like a fist connecting with my body.

I just lay there and take the pain until the raindrops turn into fists and the cold wet feeling is replaced with solid and unmerciful blows to my back. I lay silently not wanting to give the pleasure of my reaction to the person doing this to myself, and then I realize it's not me in the pain it's Thalia. I am looking down on Thalia who looks helpless and defeated.


"Get up." A voice demands.

I groan as I roll onto my back. I refuse to open my eyes but I can tell that I am no longer in that dark horrible room that I was in because of the redness that covers my eyelids. I can hear footsteps coming closer to me and it is terrifying, because I cannot tell who they belong to.

"Get up." The voice demands again.

I sit up and open my eyes. The brightness of the lights is blinding and I regret opening my eyes. Just the little bit of light that I saw in the other room was really bright, but this is as if I was coming to the end of my life. I look around me and see Harry looking down at me. I close my eyes again and realize that Harry must have been the one that moved me from the other room.Why am I no longer in that room?

"Get up." Harry says.

I open my eyes again and look at Harry, he looks angry and tired as if he hadn't slept all night. I look around the new room that I am in and it looks like a smaller version of the "houses" that we have at my camp. There is a small bed in the far corner and a futon that I am laying on.

"Where am I?" I ask.

"You're in a hut." Harry says.

I wonder why he brought me here, I was doing perfectly fine in the darkness alone. It is not very smart to bring me to a location, untied, where I could easily escape. I stand up and look Harry in the eyes, which isn't an easy task because of my height compared to his.

"Why am I here?" I ask.

"Because we didn't want you in our dark room." Harry says.

"NO, I mean like here in the lasts camp." I explain.

"Oh!" Harry says looking surprised that I asked "Because your camp leader doesn't not want the job and he was going to pass it off to you, we couldn't have another leader when we learned so much about him already."

Harry's explanation doesn't make a lot of sense. Andrew loved his position as the leader and wouldn't give it up unless his life depended on it. Does his life depend on it? I don't think so, mind you, he rarely comes out of his office in the main building and when he does he keeps guards with him at all times, so there is that possibility that his life was at stake. But then the question comes why pick me as a leader and not someone like Sava, who already does a lot for our camp.

"What have you learned that isn't common knowledge." I challenge, if Harry knows something about my own leader that I don't know then I will find out what it is.

"Lots of things." Harry says.

I sit back down on the futon and sigh, of course Harry isn't going to tell me these things. I will find out eventually, but not today or tomorrow but soon I will. Harry walks to the front door and leaves. The door slams shut and I can hear that Harry has locked it behind him. I look out the window and see him jogging away from the cabin as if he wanted to get away from it as fast as possible. 

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