Chapter one: Red handed
It was a normal a day, or at least Retro city normal. You couldn't call this place normal, if you were a simple bystander. If that bystander could summarize what they saw in only one word, it would be simple. Paradise.
Then ask an Elite, and I bet you'd they say: Royalty. Finally, ask the ones that have seen what this rotten city is; ask the people that have lost everything, even if they had nothing to begin with. Ask the Unknowns, see what they have to say, since no one else wants to ask. I already know what they'd say; summed up in one simple word.
Hell.
The sky was grey from the smoke of the many power plants that scattered the city; of course run only by the Elites. The city was wide awake and rumbling with people dressed in dark shades of color. The Elite style was quite flamboiant, to be in such dull colors.
Sirens rang through the air down Fullerton Ave. as the Feds ran through the crowd, pushing down anyone in there way. I looked over my shoulder seeing multliple bodies being thrown effortless to the pavement. Frowning at the sight, I jumped over the railing that kept the people in the sidewalks, and into the busy street.
"Halt! Surrender White Lamb!!" One of the Feds said while throwing a woman to the ground.
Since they could catch up, they've never seen my face, just my silver hair, earning the name White Lamb. Though it's a name I got from those slims, it fits me. I run through the fast through the traffic, making some cars screech to a stop. One of them stopped right in front of me. Quickly I adjusted the sack of food, the whole reason why I was in this mess, and jumped on to the hood of the car. I used as much of my energy as I could and launched myself off the car hodd and into the air. I reached out for the fire escape and latched on to the rusty metal. I grunted as my torso hit the aparatus as I swung. The sound of guns firing and shooting past my and the bullets hitting everything around, but me. Screams of woman and men rang in my ears, motivating me to pull myself on to the fire escape. When I rolled on to the platform I stood and took off again. I ran up the narrow stairway, climbing my way to the top. In relief I made it to the top and I wanted to cry. The roof was about ten feet above me. Perfect.
Below me the scream the rustly latter being pulled down down to the level of the Feds on my tail. I cursed and quickly looked around for my way out. By now I was sweating like a pig, making silver locks stick to my head. The adrenaline and the thought of going to that place wasn't helping me think. I turned to look behind me. I was saved. I broke out into a sprint and ran for the rail. The Feds kept yelling and their loud stomping on the metal of the fire escape stairs were like fast music. I jumped on to the railing and with one foot I pushed off.
It was like I was in slow motion. My hair waved in the air like wild fire and my tan skin glowed in the small sun there was from this grey sky. My forest green eyes sparkled in realization that I was almost there. Suddenly, something insignificant happened. A gunshot. That bullet is what started this journey that should of never even been considered. The bullet lodged it's self into my leg, right above mny knee. I screamed and let the bag of food slip out of my hand as I fell with it. I began to black out from the pain. Runners like me aren't trained, we just do what we have to; we're never taught to handle pain, only to hide it.
I collided with the damp pavement of the alley, as did the sack of food, exploding food all over the floor. Blood from my leg began to leak out on to the floor around me. This wasn't supposed to happen. I was supposed to be in the depths of the city distributing the food laying around me to the one that really need it. Black spots began to appear in my vision as I panted for breathe. Could this be it....
" Of course not, there's too much to do"
