Defiance | Book 1 [EXTENDED]

CHAPTER 4

        I woke up with a start sweat beading on my forehead. My clock read 2:30 AM. Wilson's naturally green eyes looked at me from the end of the bed. I've had the same kind of dream several times. Was it a sign? Were these series of dreams telling me I was going to be captured?

It was a gloomy, dark Wednesday, today was the day I scout for weapons and hopefully come across more ammo. It was twelve in the morning and the time that most of the mutants took time to recharge, because even though their mind is controlled, they're still mostly human, so they would be pumped up with artificial energy made in machines.

I slung my backpack over my shoulder, tightened the laces of my boots and locked the door behind me. The building was eerie and quiet. The hallways were dark and the only light source came from the holes in the walls. Mutants rarely came in here, but in case they veer did, I created a type of tripwire that if triggered, would let out a toxic gas I cooked up myself, temporarily paralyzing them in seconds. I tested it out on a couple of alleys rats the cat would bring in, half dead, but alive enough for testing.The contraption was located near the front door of the building which I didn't use. I went in and out of the back, a way safer route across the street.
My gun was in my steady hand at the ready. I looked both sides, no one. I ran across to the gardening workshop.


After a good half an hour frisking the area, I found an ax and a spade. That's it. I turned to leave when I heard, "who's there?" 

My heart jumped out of my throat, landed on the floor and was stabbed to death before I had the ability to move. I pulled my gun out of my pocket and hid it behind my back after screwing on the silencer in case mutants were around. I saw a door open on the far end, the office room. No human has ever been in here for years.

He looked at me through the rack of terracotta pots, his luminous green eyes pierced mine and I felt my heart beat faster through my chest. He was around the age of ten. I couldn't kill him, I can't. He held his gun up, "don't be afraid, I can help you. Come with me and I will give you shelter and food and everything you need," 

I've heard this before, right before they took my brother, and I knew he was part of Craig's disgusting army, but how can you shoot a kid? He was just drugged and he couldn't do anything about it,

"No. I can't."

He looked at me, and smirked malignantly. " You can't? Are you sure?" He said waving his gun, teasingly, "Because there's always the second option"

"Don't hurt me please," I pleaded pointlessly, holding my gun tightly, still behind my back. I was begging a child to not shoot me...this was pathetic but life- threatening at the same time

"Then will you come with me?"

"Never," I say harshly, ready to bolt, he was just a boy, how could he?

"Very well," he said calmly with a sickening smile and before I could bring my gun forward, BANG!  

And then it was black.