Red sparks shot up into the sky,
the streets were filled with the shouts of the resistance fighters chanting
"FREEDOM! FREEDOM! FREEDOM!"
they all crowded around a single fedra truck screaming
"FUCK YOU FEDRA! FUCK YOU FEDRA!!" in unison with huge grins on their faces,
feeling a sense of justice bubbling in their chests as they cheered and howled foul remarks at the terrified fedra officers that sat in the truck shooting off flare guns in a feeble attempt at sending for help..
Dead bodies littered the streets..
Everywhere you looked you were met with a truly gruesome sight..
In the midst of all the chaos stood a girl who looked no older than 15, her eyes darted around frantically, a horrified expression painted on her face as she began to hyperventilate
"MOM!?" she wailed as she struggled to breathe, letting out a series of hiccups as tears trickled down her face, at the sight before her..there laid her mother..
in a pool of crimson blood not moving a muscle..
The girl took a shaky step forward but as soon as her foot landed on the ground, her knees buckled and she collapsed onto the bloodstained concrete beneath her scraping her knees in the process,
She looked down at her hands which were now shaking uncontrollably.. Her breathing began to quicken, feeling as though her heart would jump out of her chest, she curled up into a ball, grief overtaking her senses as her vision began to waver..
"Y/N!!" she heard a familiar voice call out to her, she wanted to look up and see who had called her name but stayed in her position on the ground by her mother's corpse, struggling to gasp for air
"Hey! Hey (N/N) it's me!"
a young man who you knew as Henry yelled pulling you into a tight hug
"She- they..they killed her.." you choked out digging your head into Henry's chest, he held you close keeping a look out for anyone that might come your way
"We have to get somewhere safe, come on!" he explained,
pulling you to your feet with an arm around your waist keeping your shaking figure upright.
The two of you quickly made your way over to a garbage skip, where you were met with your friend Sam who sat hidden behind the skip shivering in fear,
as soon as his eyes met yours he tackled you into a hug holding onto you tightly, Henry watched your exchange with a small smile before peeking out from behind the skip with a troubled look
'Are you okay?!' Sam signed taking a look at your bloodied attire with concern
'Not my blood' you signed back with a woeful expression
Before Sam could reply a man over a megaphone shouted from the back of a truck
"Kansas City belongs to the people. Collaborators, surrender now, and you will receive a fair trial, we have control of the QZ and the open city anyone caught hiding will face charges of counter-revolutionary activities" he declared
Behind said truck, a body was being dragged by a rope attached to the vehicle, a dozen knives sticking out of the corpse's flesh, you gasped in horror before turning to Sam to see terror making its way onto the little boy's face,
Henry grabbed his brother's shoulders, turning him away from the gory scene,
'Look at me. Not that'
Henry signed to you and Sam
'were almost there. Two more blocks. Stay with me'
he took his younger brother's hands into his trying to reassure him, then moved his gaze over to your tear-stained face and gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze before getting to his feet and adjusting his bag on his shoulder,
Sam got up next and stood beside his brother then looked down at your shaky figure still crouched down by the skip, the young boy held his hand out and you took it getting to your feet, sending him a weak smile,
Henry then took Sam's free hand and quickly pulled you both along to where he prayed you'd all be safe..
