(Mali's POV)
I woke up groggily. I tried to stand and found myself shackled to a wall. I started screaming, and that's when I felt the pinch of a tranquilizer dart.
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"Mali? Hey it's okay! It's me Chan!"
I looked around for the voice claiming it's innocence, but all I could see were old fluorescent lights. "Chan?" I flung out my hands from underneath me, -where I had been laying on them for quite some time now considering that they had gone numb- and hit something with a solid 'THWACK'
"OW", I knew it was Chan now because he was one of the only people I knew that used such old fashioned terms. "Why in the world would you hit me like that?" I tried to refocus my eyes, but I could only see swimming dots. "I can't see, you idiot." I realized that Chan was waving his hands in front of my face, "I can feel the air hitting my face. Just because I can't see doesn't mean I can't feel." I could hear him snickering underneath his breath.
" What's so funny?!?!"
"Nothing. I just know that you are okay!"
"How could you possibly know that Chan?"
"You're still making fun of me!"
And with that I heard a door open.
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Over The Hill
Ficción GeneralWhen friends Chan and Mali try to escape a post-apocalyptic war zone they become prisoners of war. They soon learn that they are important and the only ones who can change this war. Although they don't know how or why.
