Era:
When Hunter grabbed me by the hand in that moment where my life flashed before my eyes, I was prepared to die. In fact, I wanted to die just to escape the horrors going around me. I just remember running with Hunter, a sharp piece of something snagging on my leg and tearing it open. Hunter screaming at the man with the clipboard, who he called Auguste, to come with us and the man refusing. Slowly, like in a movie, the room seems to melt into sharp figures, not a blur. I look around, nearly collapsing as I register the burning feeling in my leg.
"Hunter-" I gasp.
In one swift movement he picks me up and slings me over his shoulder. I try to cling to my fading conciousness but, in the end, I give up and let the darkness swallow me.
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This one is ridiculously short, sorry about that.
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Running With the Wave
RandomIn a world where women are imprisoned in order to breed and are taught to fear men, fourteen year old Era discovers that she is barren, and is to be Disposed. Desperate not to die, Era does the unthinkable: she leaves the prison where the women are...
