The Story of Ember comes in the form of Salvation.
Ember has to deal with leaving her family on her own for the first time in her entire life, she was ready for freedom. But when they tell her she has to go with one of the kids she grew up with and...
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My body was numb.
The alcohol creating a haze in my mind.
My head lolled to the side as I fought to remember what I was doing.
I tipped the bottle back, the clear liquid vanishing down my throat as I didn't care what I had been doing.
I didn't care about anything.
Not with the constant buzz in my blood as my lips pulled into a smile.
As shuffling was heard from down below, my head perked up. I grinned at the thought of a biter roaming through the woods. One would be enough to sate my blood lust.
The sober part of my brain was yelling at me to stay up here, to not go and try to take on a biter when I was drunk off my ass. But drunk me didn't care.
I stumbled to my feet, my head weighing me down as I felt like I was going to fall back over. As laughing sounded below me, my brow furrowed. Biters don't laugh.
I moved slower, dropping to the ground next to my curtain covered entrance.
They were closer now. It wasn't just one, two different footfalls hit the ground. I tilted the bottle back, swallowing the liquid that sat heavily in my mouth.
"Easton man, why are we doing this?" Slowly lowering the bottle, I glowered at the man's name who had been out to get me since he came to the island.
The voice was familiar, Joelle was Easton's best friend. The two thicker than thieves as Joelle arrived after Easton. He had only been here for about two years now.
"She's gotta be out here somewhere, she doesn't live with her family." I scowled at the sound of the man's voice who I had grown to despise.
"Dude," Joelle exasperated. "Why the hell does it matter?"
Joelle had always been a kid who was looking to fit in wherever he could. Dad found him hiding in a building, he was stick and bones when they rescued him. He was only days away from dying from starvation.
The footsteps stopped, they were right under me. "It fucking matters because she's a freak."
I set the bottle down on the floor beside my leg. A freak. A fucking freak.
That's what I was in their eyes.
A freak.
"Easton, I don't know why you say shit like that." I didn't hear their reply as their footsteps quickly walked away from me.
I slowly slid until my back was on the floor as I stared at the ceiling I had slaved over.
I wasn't a freak, was I?
My body soon felt light, like I wasn't connected to any gravitational field on this Earth.
