The year 4068

Prologue-2030

Year 2030, November the 27th

Screams of pain...

Cries of fear...  

Thundering roar of explosions ...  

The strong metallic smell of blood was evident...  

Vibrations travelled through the ground as bombs hit its surface...   

This was war...    

The mind numbing volume caused the sounds to blend, screams and cries meld together with the high pitched ringing.

This was what seventeen-year-old Mason and her seven other friends were experiencing, as they were herded toward the evacuation centre basement. Her friends Sienra, Alex, Josh, Zeke, June, Max and Cater were all running behind her, debris flying overhead as they ran through the streets. Their parents ran around them in a diamond like shape, as if to keep them from being seen by the soldiers.     

Mason was at a fencing and karate tournament as this started, so her straight dark brown hair was still in a bun. Sweat ran down her neck as her crystal blue eyes stared straight, hard and cold but determined on getting everyone to safety. She paid no attention to her thumping headache from when a bomb went off near her sending her to the ground, or to the immense pain in her shoulder which got dislocated on impact.   

Sienra and Josh were on a date in the park near where the tournament was held, both knew street fighting as the first time they met was in a street fighting, 'no rule' tournament. Sienra's blond hair which was once in a neat arrangement was now a loose mess as she ran. Her hazel eyes held a terrified and pained look as her makeup was ruined, not only by sweat but by tears of fear and pain as well. Her right wrist was broken from when a solider grabbed her and tried to subdue her, thanks to Josh she got away with only that.    

Josh kept glancing back to Sienra, making sure that her left hand wasn't slipping from his. His light grey almost sliver like eyes held admiration, worry and concern, for his girlfriend as he hoped that she would live through this. His natural blood red hair flopped into his eyes as he followed their parents to the evacuation centre; his focus was on getting Sienra safe. He didn't even notice the ache in his jaw where the solider hit him with the butt of his gun.

Cater looked panicked and in pain as he gripped on to his leg as a piece of wood stuck out of his lower leg just above his ankle. His tan face was pale as his breathing was laboured from the pain of running on his injured leg. His black hair a mess and his brown intelligent eyes frantically kept scanning the area as they ran, checking for any prominent danger. His mind working five thousand miles a minute as he tried to calm himself down, as he carried his laptop with him, he was at a computer systems and mathematics competition when the attack began.    

Alex glared ahead as they ran her ribs spiked in pain at each breath she took, oh how she wished to have killed the solider that gave her these annoying cracked ribs. Her wavy light brown hair had black, red and purple streaks, which at this moment was getting tangled in nots as she ran. Her strange dark green eyes held rage, pain, uncertainty and a tiny bit of fear. Fear not for her own safety but of the safety of her friends and family. Alex looked around as they ran through once familiar streets that were unrecognisable because of the damages made from the explosions.    

Junes short white hair that was dyed blue flopped around as she ran, she glanced at the destruction of the town she grew up in, her home. Her pale blue eye and her midnight blue eye framed by her red thick glasses, looked angry at not only the destruction but at the soldiers as she saw her friends in pain. She saw Alex wince as she took a breath and could not help but want to murder whoever had hurt her, this went against her normal anti-violence, pacifist and peace keeper personality. But at the moment June didn't care, someone hurt her beautiful Alex. June was running behind Alex making sure to slow down when Alex would falter from pain, watching as a bead of sweat dripped down between her shoulder blades and getting absorbed in the red material of her singlet. The more she focussed on Alex, the more piercing pressured she felt in her temple. It was akin to an ice pick being driven in to her skull. When she had raised her hand to her head it had been sticky, June didn't need to glance at her hand to know that blood had coated her fingers making the shiny and slick.