I hear muffled noises under me, Bronx is standing by the hall next to mine watching me and his hall. I feel so protected by him. I listen to voices, the only one I hear clearly is Quil. "The people need to stay loyal to us, no matter what no one can find out what we did." I hear a person say. What would they do thats bad enough to lose trust of the people?
"Agreed, we need a new diversion, people are not buying our excuse, they can't know the history we kept from them."
I hear a scream coming from downstairs and the hall Bronx is supposed to be guarding. I walk slowly over to the hall, As I get closer I yank myself from the corner of the hall to see
who's there. Bronx is nowhere to be found and neither is anyone else. I turn back around to the door and I'm greeted by a Capital soldier who elbows me in my jaw knocking the breath out of my chest, I reach for the hilt of my knife that has lost grasp of my hand. He kicks the knife away from my reach and connects the heel of his boot with my face.
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Dying Light
ActionIn a futuristic dystopian world a boy named Anix and his sister Alice thrive to survive when their parents die in a terrible accident. But when Anix finds out top secret information about the president he joins a rebellion and he and his sister wil...
