The Last Survivors

Terran-1

Chapter One

Terran

The first thing I heard was the screams. Loud and piercing. They penetrated my sleep and threw me from whatever I had been dreaming about. As I opened my foggy eyes and rubbed the sleep from them, I looked around the dark room. My mind was still groggy and I struggled to find the source of the frantic crying.

But it didn't take too long for me to discover where it was coming from. Outside my window, the city was in a chaos. Buildings were going up in flames and people ran through the streets. What was going on? This city of Solitaria had never been attacked like this before, at least to my knowledge. We were pretty secluded and had never been bothered by men in the outlands.

Shaking my head, I climbed off my mattress and pulled on my black jacket to combat the cold. Winter had just begun and I didn't have enough money to keep a fire lit all night like Ashton. He technically didn't have enough money either, but he made up for it in what he stole. It's not like he had a choice though. In the city if you don't have a job then you don't have money. Period.

But those that weren't fortunate enough to score a rare job had to make do somehow. I didn't steal, but what I did wasn't much better. I worked for the gravedigger. Because of how poor our city had become, more people died every day then were born. So the old man hired me to help him bury the bodies. I know, I know, gross.

Now, I re-tied my old combat boots and headed for the door. Right before slipping out, I grabbed my machete and hooked it to the belt around my waist. From the looks of things outside, I would need it.

Once outside, everything looked much worse. The carnage was massive and it seemed that no part of the city and been left untouched. I hurried several doors down to Ashton's small house not much different from my own and pulled open the creaky door. I rolled my eyes when I found him asleep, somehow unaffected by the horrendous scene taking place right outside. His brown hair was messy, and it looked like he had a mushroom on his head. I chuckled. He never really cared much for his appearance and loved to tease me when I cared for my own. I wasn't really vain, but I did keep my own dark, brown hair brushed more often. Okay, so maybe I am a bit vain. Sue me. I can be who I want to be.

Leaning down, I placed my mouth next to his ear and yelled, "Wake up!" I wasn't one for coddling my friends and Ashton wasn't one to care.

Ashton jerked awake and swung his fists around, obviously startled. When his eyes locked on me, they glared. "Why did you wake me up?" He moaned like a little girl.

"Look outside."

He did as I said and right away his brown eyes grew wide. He slowly turned back to me and whispered, "What's going on?"

I shrugged. "I have no clue. But it seems like we might be under attack and I thought you might want me to wake you."

"Yeah, good call."

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