Society(The new society #1)

Chapter 1

The sun peaked into the blinds of Charlies window. A string hung from the ceiling, created by a shift that had happened a while ago. A feeling that Charlie couldn't put his finger on, The stirring of something was forming.
A sharp smell lingered in the house, his door was cracked open, and a feeling of gaging coming up tempted Charlie to get up from his comfortable spot.
He got up now, fully aware of smoke flooding through the door, leading from the hallway. He reacted by racing towards the live-in area. Where he saw that the stove had been left on and the door was opened ajared. The house seemed completely empty.
Confused of his surroundings, he sprinted to the door. Outside a blue porch overlooking a lovely set of neighborhood homes. Just like any other day. Only all the houses looked empty. Like his, He began to think.
Before it got any worse Charlie ran back to the kitchen, turning the stove off. He lifted a pan off the appliance, which were remains of eggs and weenies. Burnt, crispy and just a mountain of smoke. He threw the now useless pan into the sink and dashed throught the house in panic. It wasn't his first time looking for his family.
He checked across the hall, his sister's room. He searched for his parent's and his little brother who were installed in the master bedroom. But to no luck, he went to his room and put on some clothes. In the mirror, Charlie checked for perfect hygene, even without any family, Staying well mannered was the only thing he could not lack. Especially in a situation like this.
He ran out into the open, Something had to be wrong
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Outside looked dull.
There was a siren going off somewhere nearby, Charlie squinted and felt sensitive to the light. Charlie went to the street and gazed farther down the road. A man was running his direction.
Charlie looked in terror and finally snapped out, running the same way, only by a head start.
He couldn't help but look back, hoping the man was aiming to another target. The guy had on a white T-shirt dripped with red stains--- couldn't be . . . Blood, Charlie thought to himself. The guy was wearing blue jeans and he seemed to be grim.
After a brief overview, Charlie stooped feeling a vibe that the man wasn't running for him . . . He was running away from someone. The man gave an impression he was going to speak when another man shot him with a blue gun Charlie had not seen before. He had'nt seen the man that just shot him come to think of it. What was happening?
The murderer beckoned for him to come. Charlie didn't take any chances. He ran.