Taken to the war

Chapter 2

After what seemed hours, the doors suddenly screeched open and five or six heavily armed guards stood in the doorway aiming their guns at us. "Get out one at a time!" One of the guards shouted. As we started to exit the van, the guards each of our hands and handcuffed them together. The metal rubbed my skin and kept on knocking the disabler on my wrist which kept on causing immense amount of pain, but what could I do. We all walked down a demolished street, with people in different colours, watching us as if we were a parade. I still had no idea where we were.

We walked for a while, through more demolished streets until we reached a tall, glass building. Hundreds of people dressed in blue, rushed in and out of the building, some giving us glances others just seemed too busy to notice. As we entered the building the room went silent and everyone stared at us. The guard who ordered us to get out of the truck approached the man at a desk. The guard seemed to overpower the man, and he seemed to be frightened of him. "Is Miss Mathews here?" the guard asked demandingly. The man at the desk nodded his head without breaking eye contact with the guard. I turn my head to look around the room and one of the guards nearest to me grabs my head, shoves it down and spits brutally "Head down, mutant freak." I keep my head down and carry on listening to the conversation at the desk. "Well, tell Jeanine that I have her special cargo." Cargo that's what he called us, like were objects or weapons. Weapons, no that's not why we're here, no! I have the nauseous feeling again, no more fighting, no more war. My ears prick up when I hear the man at the desk say "Right this way sir," and the parade begins to move once again.

We're led up the stairs and into a grey empty room. For 10 minutes or so the room is once again put into a deep silence, with guns pointed at us. Suddenly the door swings open and 3 or 4 more heavily armed guards dressed in black walk in, soon followed after by a woman. She is fairly tall and has blond hair, tied back in a bun. She is dressed in blue, like all the other people I saw on the way in and she has blue rimmed glasses like what some of the other people I saw. She is then followed by another 5 people dressed in blue carrying clip bored. We are all standing in a line, Kia is next to me and she nudges my arms slightly with her elbow, "Nerds" she says jokily, I smile a bit until one of the guards shouts "Shut Up!" The lady with the blond hair signals for the other people dressed in blue to leave. They looked disappointed. I smirk slightly at their disappointment. Finally the Lady with the blond hair speaks. "Hello, everyone." She says in a cold voice, "My name is Jeanine Mathews, and we will be doing some tests on all of you, and then, well we'll see what will happen with those who are left." I get a cold shiver down my spine, those who are left, I'm pretty sure she implying 'those who survive'. Jeanine continues "I would also like to welcome you to Chicago, well what's left of it, or what some of you might know it as what's left of the second world." I should've known that we were in the second world, destroyed streets, barely anyone here. If there was a window in this room you would probably be able to see a huge fence surrounding the city. This so called 'world' is one of the contents owned by America after the war.

The war is was World War 5 the end of all wars. Only the strongest country could win, which ended up being America, although China was very close. They were no allies just enemies. After the was America had so much land that they decided to split it up between 3 people, with the current leaders President Drew Brown, President Snow and Marcus Eaton. But there was a civil war in Second work and Third world and the first world stood strong, and that is the original America the one I live in, well used to.
There's no easy way out of this, I just have to face it.

- Here is the second chapter please let me know how im doing and what you guys think and dont forge to like. :D