Humanoid-Nuclear (Humanoid Trilogy #1) [ON HOLD]

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Rewrite: December 20, 2018

This book is garbage
... but people need to see...

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The sirens began to wail overhead.

A lady was sitting next to me, and with alarm in her voice and face she said, "We gotta go, JP."

I was yanked from my seat at the table, the lady holding onto me as tightly as she possibly could. She threw a gas mask over my face as she called for a man, who was hurrying down the stairs. I held on tightly to my stuffed animal, my heart ramming against my ribs. The adults ran outside and skirted around to the back of the house. I could hear a dog inside, barking their head off in panic. The sirens were still crying overhead, and I looked up, hearing a squadron of jets zoom above. I couldn't see them, making me even more anxious. The lady held me tighter; so tight that I thought if this didn't kill us, she would end up squeezing me to death. They brought me to the shelter they had built so long ago. I remember the people trying to explain something to me whenever we went in there, but I always ended up spacing out and play with my toys.

The man tapped violently on the keypad, before it beeped and turned green. He threw open the doors, turning around quickly. "Give me Jonathan!"

I jerked as I was practically thrown at him. I was dragged into the shelter, entering the underground as the man rushed down the concrete steps. The shelter was  dark and dank, the air musky and heavily scented of mildew. The lady followed the man into the shelter's mouth, their footsteps bouncing off the walls. We entered a room, and I watched the lady raise her hand up as the man dropped me on an old bed, the lady grabbing a chain and pulling it. The chain led to a lightsphere, and once she pulled it, the lightsphere switched on, bringing in warm light. It was like my own personal sun, keeping me warm in the cold shelter.

I was shaking violently as my adrenaline continued to rush through my body. Looking around, I realized there was only supplies for one person.

"JP," the man said, sitting next to me on the bed, "you gotta listen to me right now, okay?"

I nodded.

The lady sat on my other side, tears in her eyes. The man looked over at her, smiling weakly, before continuing. "This is hard for us to tell you, but we can't... stay with you. We have to leave you. And we really wish we didn't have to, but we just didn't have enough for us as well as you. The only choice we could make was to save you over ourselves."

I felt my lip quiver as tears flooded my eyes. "But you can't leave! We can stay here!"

"No, we can't." The lady said.

Why was I so worked up over this? I didn't even know them, and yet I was begging them to never leave my side.

"We're sorry, JP." The lady cupped a hand on my cheek, trying to make me feel better with my touch. "We've left instructions for you to follow down here. If you don't follow them, then... Well, let's just say you won't live happily ever after."

The sirens took a short pause, before starting up again, seeming to scream louder at us this time around.

"Please understand, buddy, that we just have to go." The man hugged me, the lady doing the same. I held on as much as I could, shaking with fear. I could feel their warm embrace, smell their wonderful scent, practically taste the love radiating off of them... I couldn't bare to see them go, but before I could hold on long enough, they had already run out the room and disappeared outside, slamming the doors of the shelter. The keypad on the other side of the doors beeped and turned red.

"No... No, no, no, no, no! Come back! Please, come BACK!" I ran out the room and up the concrete steps, slamming my tiny fists into the door mercilessly. Tears waterfalled down my pudgy face, and the blows I inflicted on the door bounced off, showing I had no power. I tried typing random combinations into the keypad, before attempting to rip it off the doors.

BOOM!

The ground shook, causing me to fall and stumble backwards down the flight of hard stairs. The explosion was so violent and harsh, things continued to shake for two to three minutes straight. Things fell off the shelves, and I crawled and hid under the table, my ink seeping out from my head. When the explosion calmed down, I looked over at the shelter doors, and bawled.