Clank, clank, clank, "After him, after him" and gunshots is all I can hear as I'm running for my life – and for everyone else's future if things go to plan. In my hand, feeling like an odd part that isn't supposed to be there is a chip of metal, almost looking like a battery. It's shining like it's never seen a day more exciting than me being shot at, which is probably just as well when you're not part of the trouble. I brace my heels and make a swift jump around the corner of a large rock as a barrage of bullets hit the hard surface of the abandoned outpost in front of me. As I sit there on top of layers of cold - deathly cold snow, I collect my breathe and think about what I'm going to do next to avoid being captured.
Getting to a computer was a top priority. Survival came second after that. Disregarding the new bloodstains on the innocent white blanket, I sweep my hair across my forehead and make a quick prayer that I'll be the next world's best athletic runner. I get back up and quick check that the almost-battery is still safe in my hand. I manage to slide it into my pocket and begin running, until out of the corner of my eye, a shovel bludgeons me in the head and knocks me flat on the snow. My head throbbing hard and my vision going blurry. The snow falling from the abyssal looking sky gives me a warning glare as to what is to come.
"You have 5 seconds to hand over the power cell, Swan."
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Winter Collapse
FanfictionA fanfiction of Decaying Winter, with some twists and changes. I wrote it for an assignement, and finished it off soon after. This is one of my older works, and is not very well done. Cover from Decaying World, as I had no other better cover for it.
