Genesis

Reunited For The Apocalypse!

     I awoke to the sound of breaths that weren't my own. They were uneven breaths, accompanied by the foulest stink I had ever smelled. 

     I froze. Where was I? I saw very little light under my closed eyelids, so I focused on my other senses. I felt that it was warm, very warm, as I suddenly became aware of my situation. There was someone hovering right above me, their knees planted on either side of my thighs and arms planted beside my shoulders, their breathing becoming more and more audible until I could feel their moist breath on my cheek. They chuckled quietly, and that's when my eyes shot open. Without hesitation, I bashed my forehead straight into their own, knocking them back onto their knees as they released a cry of pain.

     Filled with panic, I raised my leg upwards as forcefully as I could, hearing a screaming cry from the mysterious intruder when I felt it land against a hardened surface. My eyes were still foggy so I struggled as hard as I could in the direction of the scream, shoving the intruder out of my reach. I got on my feet, pushing off something warm wrapped around me as I lifted my fists, following in the direction of the intruder's cries until I emerged from what I now knew to be a tent. Light flooded my stinging eyes but I kept them locked on the blurry intruder curled up on the dirt ground beside me.

     I realized that I was standing in a grassy clearing, surrounded by the fuzzy shapes of forest pines, when my eye was caught by some movement to my right. My vision focused as I whipped my head in that direction, seeing them. People, dozens of them, all wearing identical, grey tracksuits with a particular acronym inscribed on each; 

     N.I.J.D.C.

     I froze, waiting for the slightest sign they were going to attack. Instead, I was met with a short teen girl who began to walk straight towards me, her long, curly, red hair bouncing behind her and an angry emerald-eyed stare locked in my direction. I couldn't bring myself to move in the slightest as she stopped only a meter away. She took a deep breath in, put her hands on her hips, and averted her gaze towards the lanky guy curled up on the ground, whose hair was dyed a sickly shade of green.

     "Jesus Christ, Grasshead ! What in Lord Satan's hell were you doing in my tent?!" the curly-haired girl yelled at him.

     "Nothing! I swear!" Grasshead shouted, now sitting.

     "Yeah, I bet it was nothing," the girl spat as she kicked him hard in the stomach, "Sicko."

     He squirmed, toppling over again, as another person started to move, appearing suddenly from the treeline. He was a young guy with caramel skin, dark hair, and almond-shaped eyes, wearing the same grey tracksuit as the rest of them. He paced towards us with a stern expression.

     "What's going on here?" he asked the girl.

     "Grasshead was in my tent, and who even knows what the hell he was trying with her," the girl said, then pointing a finger towards me. My shoulders stiffened when the guy who seemed to be in charge looked right into my own eyes, raising a dark eyebrow quizzically.

     "Who's this?" he asked.

     "Don't know."

     "You don't know?"

     "No one knows. She's that chick Lucius found," the girl explained.

     "Oh, right," he nodded his head slightly.

     "What about him?" the girl looked at the guy in charge, pointing at Grasshead.

     "He..." the guy began, scrunching his eyebrows, "He'll be dealt with by the tree," he decided, grabbing the green-haired kid's arm and swiftly hoisting him onto his feet, starting to walk away before realizing everyone was still staring.