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.


20. Chapter twenty


kay so I meant for this chapter to be longer then the last but you know how it goes, guess I’ll just have to make it up to you guys later on in the book, plus if I made this any longer it wouldn’t work as well so I left it as is.


I can’t believe that Gemma is in this hut searching for me, I expected that she would have gone back and tried to convince people to come and rescue me. Obviously, no one would agree to come so it is even more surprising to find that she came with other people who clearly didn’t belong to my old camp. I freeze once again when I hear footsteps coming towards the door I run back to my bed and pray that they don’t enter the room. The door handle turns slowly, then the door creaks open and someone walks in, whoever that is walks very slowly and loudly. Each step that they take sounds like thunder and each one terrifies me further and makes me feel weaker then ever. Two large hands grip my arm and I scream as loud as I can so I hope that it will scare the person long enough to get them to lesson their grip, my scream only makes the person grip tighter and pull me off the bed. I curl myself into a ball trying to make it harder for them to hold me but it doesn’t stop them in anyway.


“Stop!” Gemma yells demadingly.


I have been carried out of the bedroom and am currently being held to the floor. Gemma flicks her hand at the person holding me down and I stand up, I quickly turn around and punch the man who was holding me in the throat, he falls to the ground and is holding his neck. The other man with Gemma grabs my wrist and holds them behind my back, he holds them tightly but not to tightly and I can tell he doesn’t want to actually hurt me.


“your gonna listen to her.” The man whispers in my ear.


I nod my head and Gemma begins to talk, “Eve, I was wondering how you’ve been, you look alive and healthy, surprising we all thought that Harry would have killed you by now. I guess we were wrong though.”


Clearly you were.


“So how long does it take you to pack your stuff?” Gemma asks.


“Why?” I question, to be honest with myself I have no intention to get away from here.


“Because we are leaving.” Gemma states.


She doesn’t appear to notice that I don’t want to leave. “Correction, you are leaving.” I say blankly.


“You don’t want to come?” Gemma says almost warningly.


“No.” Is all I say back.


“well then. Thomas feel free to give her some motivation to leave.” Gemma demands of the person on the floor who I now know is Thomas.


Thomas struggles to get up and his long black hair covers his face that clearly still shows signs of pain. He reaches for something in his waistband I turns to me with a gun. The gun is pointed directly at me but not anywhere, where it would cause me to die. “Let me ask you again, are you coming?” As if she thinks pulling a gun on me will change my mind.


“NO!” I say boldly.


“Thomas!” Gemma screams.


Thomas pulls the trigger on me and I feel pain rip through my arm.






Aloud bang goes off outside from my bedroom and I run directly at the door, I hear Eve scream in pain and I know that the bang must have been I gun shot. I open the door and see that Eve is on the ground holding her arm to her chest. A large man stands near her holding a gun and I run directly at him with a fist ready. My fist connects with his stomach and punch him over and over again until another man comes to try and pull me off of him. I pick the gun up and aim it at him, he backs away and raises his hands.


“WHY ARE YOU HERE!” I scream making my anger very apparent to him.


I look at the woman standing with him and see that it is the girl who we accidently kidnapped instead of Eve.


“We are here for Eve.” The woman says.


“WELL TO BAD, NOW GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I SHOOT YOU LIKE YOU SHOT EVE!” And with that they leave the hut in a second. 

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