Alternate: 300 years into the future

Chapter 1

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I was hit with a sudden smell of smoke and blinked, my throat raspy and dry as if someone shoved a million cigarettes through my neck.

"Finally." I heard a female voice say arogantly.
I sat up and found myself in a blue satin bed.
I was facing a young woman, about my age, who had electric blue hair and paler than white skin and was wearing a black bomber jacket, a blue T-Shirt, black army boots and tight black ripped jeans.
"English?" she spoke to me, as if I was an idiot.
I looked around the room - It was a plain, normal bedroom.
She rolled her eyes and reached into her jacket pocket, bringing out a silver cube with a button in the centre.
She pressed the button and the cube expanded into a metal gun.
"What the-" I sat back against the backboard of the bed, confused and scared - a million things going through my mind.
"Speak." she said firmly, the gun against my skull.
"Wha-.. I--"
She loaded the gun and placed it back on my head.
"Today, please." she rolled her eyes again.
"Who are you?!" I almost screamed, my head dizzy.
"English, great. I should be asking you the same thing. "
She didn't take the gun off my head, and was staring at me coldly for a good few seconds in silence.
"Name." she began pressing the gun against my skull, harder.
I was out of breath, too shaken to speak, so what came out of my mouth were just a few unhuman words.
She rolled her eyes for the third time and examined me with her free hand.
Her fingers picked up my dark brown hair, poking at my caramel skin, staring deeply into my brown eyes.
"Fine." she said, and for a minute I thought she was going to put the gun down.
Her finger hovered over the trigger, and she smirked.
My heart was racing, my palms began to get sweaty, I could see my life flash before my eyes.
Suddenly, the metal door slided open and a young man came storming in.
"Nyla!" he shouted, rushing over and slapping the gun out of her hands.
His reflexes were quick and before I knew it, he had her hands tied behind her back.
"For fuck sake - calm down, Zion!" Nyla shook him off.
Zion let go of her and wore an exasperated look on his face.
"Jesus Christ. When I said take care of her, that's not what I meant." Zion ran his fingers through his hair.
"It wasn't an actual gun, calm down! It was just a stunner! It wouldn't kill her, Just take away her damn memory!" she rubbed her wrist in pain.
Zion gave her a look, one that obviously meant that he had some sort of authority over her, and she crossed her arms.
"Sorry, Captain." she whispered, looking down at the floor in defeat.
Zion finally faced me and I looked over his appearence.
He had brown skin and was wearing the almost exact outfit as Nyla, but everything blue was in black. His hair was jet black and curly and he had a faded scar on his jawline. His skin was dark brown and his eyes were green.
I was staring in disbelief, my heart beating faster by the minute.
It was the same guy who found me in the middle of the street.
"Hey." he spoke softly and sat down at the edge of the bed.
"Where.. am I?" I said, wide - eyed and in disbelief.
Nyla scoffed and shook her head.
"Don't fucking pretend." Nyla walked closer to the bed. "You're one of them. A stupid ass clone. There aren't any humans left - we wiped them out years ago."
'Humans?' I thought, confused. What the fuck? Are these people not human? Where the fuck am I?

"Nyla, shut the fuck up." Zion said tiredly, not breaking eye contact with me. His features were attractive, but that didn't change the fact that I was scared shitless.
"Don't tell her anything." Nyla sighed. "She could be from Malis, we need to be sure."
Zion stared at me harder and my heart began beating slower.
"If that's the case, we could just wipe her brain after we tell her."
Nyla shook her head again, angrily, but didn't speak.
"You're in the Tymo Headquarters." Zion said to me, looking me in my eyes and waiting for a reaction.
"What?" I asked confusingly. "Where exactly is that? What the hell, where am I?"
"Don't tell her." Nyla grunted, and Zion held up his right hand, signaling for her to stop speaking.
"What do you mean?" Zion said slower, carefully thinking before every word.
"Am I still in New York?" I said after a minute.
Zion sat back, shocked, and Nyla raised her eyebrows. They shared a look of shock, surprise, disbelief - all the emotions I felt earlier.
Zion stood up and reached into his pocket for the same cube that Nyla held against my skull.
"Wait, please, just tell me where I am -" I begged and pleaded, my eyes beginning to get wet with tears.
Zion held the gun against my skull, his finger on the trigger.
"Wait." Nyla uncrossed her arms and looked into my eyes. "She's crying."
Zion pressed a button and put the cube back into the pocket of his jacket.
They both shared another look, and my face was already soaked.
"What is your name?" Zion asked.
"A- Alyssa." I stuttered. "Alyssa Jackson."