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chapter one earth ♬ radioactive
❀° ┄───╮ ❝ what the hell happened out there?! ❞ ╰───┄ °❀
it's been ninety seven years since a nuclear apocalypse killed everyone on earth, leaving the planet simmering in radiation. unfortunately there were survivors. twelve nations had operational space stations at the time of the bombs. there is now only the ark. one station forged from the many. they're told the earth needs another hundred years to become survivable again. four more space-locked generations, and man kind can go home, back to the ground. the ground, that's a dream. it's now time to live in reality.
the redhead sits up straight in her bed, her hands resting on her knees, with her eyes shut. her roommate; octavia blake. paces the room in front of her. "lia,"the brunette calls out. "yeah?"she hums in response. "you know, you look creepy as shit when you do that"octavia insults, glancing outside the small window of their room, dahlia lets out an amused giggle. "you're just saying that cause you're anxious"
"you're birthday, is in like two weeks"octavia breathes out with a frustrated sigh, her eyes darting around the outside of their cell. seeing how many guards fled with many different prisoners. she adjusts the way her head was turned to see multiple guards coming their way. "holy mother of suits"the blake girl mutters slowly stepping backwards from the door. dahlia's eyes open at the sudden sentence that escapes octavia's lips.
"there are like ten guards storming over here"octavia stutters out anxiously, turning around to face dahlia, her eyebrows furrow as she climbs off of the bed. the cell mates stand side by side, octavia's shaky hand meet dahlia's; and she gratefully accepts, giving it a tight squeeze. the loud sound of their door being open rings in her ears, causing her to slightly flinch. it's like everything was slowing down for her, the doors slowly open, revealing two guards and other walking pas them.
"both of you, turn around and stick your right arm out"one of the guards order sternly, dahlia's eyebrows furrow even more. "what? no, octavia isn't eighteen yet for another seven months"dahlia quickly protests blocking octavia from their grasp. "move out of the way,"the guard beside him orders "and stick out your arm"-they lunge towards the girls and they both scramble to defend themselves, dahlia throws a hard solid punch into one of their faces, octavia quickly running out of the cell at the distraction, she sees how all the inmates are being led out of their cells, one by one. her eyebrows deepen in confusion, wondering why they were doing this. "HEY!"a separate female's voice shouts in her direction, her head whips to the side to the sound of voice. the same guards charge over towards her.
