The Alphas New World

Chapter 1

It's been 100 years since the end. 100 years since werewolves have controlled us. Made us there slaves. And locked us up to die. The vampires are no better. They'll drink our blood and leave us dead in an alley. The werewolves and vampires caused the end. The end of life as we knew it. The werewolves and the Vampires were at war. So they created more and more of themselves. Until someone went rouge. It all started with one werewolf and one vampire. They went crazy and infected the others. They started attacking and killing eachother and they went crazy to. They couldn't stop them so they ran. Then the crazy vampires and werewolves which we call the Infected. Attacked the humans. Then the humans went crazy and mutated into something unhuman. Something despicable. They turned against the other humans and killed each other. All it took was one scratch. All it took was one bite. And they'd go crazy. It was catostrofic. And that was the end.

They were killing humans at a rapid rate. So the werewolves took over major cities across the world. And built a big wall around it. They let all the non-infected humans inside and locked us in. With no way out. It was better then dying but then they built another wall. Separating us from them. They shut off all the water and electricity. Took all the food with them. And left us to die. They took a few humans with them though. They're the lucky ones. They get food and water without having to risk they're lives to get it. They do whatever they say. They cook for them. Clean for them. Bath them. Satisfy them. Whatever they want. They're the slaves. But comfortable slaves. Then there's the pets. They come into the Slaughter House. The Survivors Hell. The place to die. Which is where I live and the rest of the humans. Inside the walls away from vampires. But outside the paradise. Outside the inner city. The pets come out and find the thieves, murders, and the Infected. They snitch on they're fellow humans. Then the guards kill them. Or worse.

The guards are humans. They're the best of the best extremely loyal. But to the wrong side. They're loyal to the werewolves. They guard us. Contain us. Punish us. Kill us. They make sure we can't get into the inner city. And try to keep us from stealing. Key word try. They guard the shipments from outside the walls to the inner city. Killing anyone who comes with 50 feet of them. They start to kill us if the werewolves think there's 'to many' of us. Or if we look at them wrong or disrespect them.

Then there's the pit fighters. They fight for the entertainment of the werewolves. They're given money to buy food, clothes, and even a place to live in the inner city. But if you lose a fight you die.

Then there's your prostitutes. They seduce the guards for food. And if the guards get them pregnant they get to go to the inner city.

Then there's us. Suvivors. The Humans loyal to our own kind. The people who make the guards lives a living hell. The murders, gangsters, and thieves. And doing whatever it takes to survive. Everybody calls us scavengers or trash. We steal, fight, kill and do whatever it takes to get food and survive the night. Everyday is a fight. Everyday is a challenge to survive in the streets of New Orleans.

I live in an abandoned school. Half of it's collapsed, like most of the Slaughter House, but that means most won't come looking here. I just woke up and walked out of my "room" which must be what used to be a locker room. They're are multiple parts in the locker room. They each have they're own sections it's broken up into twelve parts. Surrounded by lockers and a blue cage that can lock surrounding it. I have an old bed that I found in an old apartment. A blanket and a make shift pillow. I took a old hoodie that went to my knees and stuck a bunch of tiny clothes that don't fit and melted the fabric together. I have 20 tank tops and shorts of multiple sizes. The tank tops and shorts were in the lockers. There's also 20 pairs of shoes ranging in sizes from 5 1/2 to 11. The tops have names on the back and stuff on the front. The back says Barran and below that is the number 20 and the front says Abramson with the number 20 under it.

At least I think. I can barely read because reading is against the law. If your caught with books your sentenced to 100 lashes and then a week locked up without food. But if your caught reading or knowing how to read you get hung. After your nearly torchered to death.

I got out of bed and got a pair of shoes that were blue and white and said Nike on it. Whatever that is. I put my hair in a ponytail and went outside. The locker room is the only place we can sleep. The rest of the school is unhabitable. There's too much damaged for us to go there. I go to a large area. They are seats all around that work they're way up high like stairs but your made to sit on it. There's a wide area in the middle with a big square and a circle thing in the middle with a net below it. There is one of those on each side. There's faded pictures hanging from the ceiling

St te Ch m io s
S Ba e ba l
20 9-2 20

They're are multiple ones around the room. With people smiling and holding something big and a basketball. The wide area is behind them in the picture. In guessing that you play basketball on it.

Shay and Brandon came out a few seconds later. Then Amanda, Denice and Emily. Then Ricky. I guess Amanda and Emily stayed the night. Shay kissed Amanda and Denice. And Brandon kissed Emily. Then Emily and Amanda left. Now it's me and Ricky who is my 'friend'. And my brothers Brandon and Shay. And Shay's girlfriend Denice. I raised my eyebrows at Shay and Denice
"You guys getting kinky now. Threesome. Really Shay?"
He shook his head and Denice blushed a bright red.
"Well you know I'm always open to knew things Kaitlyn"
"Oh I know Denice. I heard plentyyyyy of that last night. Remember they're are no walls or doors in the locker room...anyway I got everybody a present. Guard it with your life. They looked at me curiously but shook they're heads. I went behind the bleachers and pulled out the bag I found. Ignoring the drugs which I'll sell later I got out the three guns I found. I handed one to Shay and Brandon and kept the other one for myself. All fully loaded. They looked at me with wide eyes
"Kat!!! Where did you get these! If we get caught were dead"
Brandon whispered yelled at me. Looking around to make sure nobody was there.
"Relax Brandon. I was doing my rounds last night looking for food. The guards were chasing some guys and they chucked the bag aside. When the guards followed after them I took it and ran."
They looked at me wide eyed. Brandon stood up terrified.
"Please tell me you didn't get this from the Mid-city Killers"
They guessed it the first try. Or at least I'm 99.9 percent sure it's them from the gangs colors and tats. But no way they'll suspect me. They didn't see me and don't even know me. Or what I'm capable of.
"Look it was the perfect opportunity. And plus nobody saw me if anything I helped them out. When the guards go back for the bag they won't find shit and they'll get off the hook."
"Ok. But that doesn't matter for know. There's been a shift in the air and not from the gangs. That means winter's coming. And it's gonna get cold. Fast. And I have a feeling it'll be worse then last year. Everybody split up and we go in to half rations. Get as much food as possible and whatever you do. Don't stay out after dark. Everybody take a pack. Denice you stay here and guard this place. Take my gun and I'll go with Kat and Brandon goes with Ricky."
I went to grab a bag and handed one to Shay. We climbed up the top of the bleachers. And went out the window. The only way in. We grabbed onto the the rod that leads to the ground and slide down it. Time to start another day of scavenging.