In New America, chosen children are taken to be soldiers at the age of 10. They are given guns and treated mercilessly. So who are Zana Carmichael and her five companions? They are The Chosens on the run.

Chapter Four

Andrew's POV:

I knew something was wrong with Zana. She was shaking and kept stumbling. When she fainted, well, my heart stopped. I set her down and tried to examine her. I didn't really see what happened to her during the fight. "What the heck is wrong with her?" I asked.

"She was kicked in the head by a guard," Harris replied, "Didn't you see that?"

"I knew that," I scoffed.

"No, you didn't," Ana said, looking bored.

"Well, what should we do?" I asked.

"The hospital is too dangerous," Harris stated. That was what I hated about the Supreme Government- I mean, besides everything else. They controlled ALL of Metropolis. Every school, restaurant, store, business, hospital, everything. "Well, what do I do?" I cried.

"Shut up," Ana said. "That's what you do."

"Ana, be nice," Harris scolded. "He's my brother. Andrew, try to wake her up. Use your sock. It can work for you, or knock someone out."

"You hurt my socks' feelings!" I exclaimed, but took off my right sock. Harris was right; they did stink. I didn't want to have Zana smell that, so I didn't hold it close to her nose. After about a minute, I saw her eyelids flutter ever so slightly. "Zana?" I said quietly.

All she whispered was "Wha?" before she passed out again.

I was trying to get Zana to wake up again, when suddenly, a soft voice came out of nowhere. "I couldn't help but overhear you," it said. For a second, I thought I was hallucinating, but then I saw the elderly woman walk out of the woods. Instantly, Harris, Ana, and I went into battle mode. "Who are you?" Ana demanded.

"I'm Ellen," the lady said, smiling warmly, "Why don't you come to my house and get patched up?"

Cliffhanger-ish! ~Liv