OGENUS EARTH 🌎 🌊 {Dystopian Sci-Fi Adventure}

Overcome

Meg swung from one hand to avoid the plasma blast that shot past her, burning away the metal where she'd just been. Quickly, she ducked into a rack, stumbling back as the blasts kept coming.

Above her, Gayle was screaming uncontrollably.

"I'll kill you, you little bitch!" Gayle was possessed, overtaken with a volatile mixture of exhaustion, grief, and blind fury. 

"We have to go!" Bethany told her, reaching for Gayle's shoulder.

Gayle whipped around, still holding her gun, to blow Bethany away. Her body rocketed backward, slamming Behtany's carcass into a server tower and cracking her spine in half.

Laruen, who was about twenty feet behind them near the server bay door, gripped her plasma gun.

Gayle saw the defensive move and began charging Lauren, turning her spewing rampage on another Siren.

If they aren't willing to die for this cause than they are as good as dead to me! Gayle's thought was singular as she tightened her finger on the trigger.

Lauren however, was ready and she opened fire. Meg was shocked to see the mangled Legionnaire's body fly out into the airshaft and splatter downwards. She clung to the Arc's hardware, wishing her ears were still unable to hear the mad woman's bone-crunching and bloody demise. 

As fast as her rise, so too was Gayle's messy fall. 

Lauren turned and sprinted, headed for the escape pods on the other side of the main floor. The self-destruct had flashed on their tablets moments after Coeuss had ordered the evacuation, and the rest of the Sirens were running for their lives.

Meg picked her way towards the distorted platform, fitting herself around the molten edges of steel poking out into the airshaft. Her feet pounded the grate on the floor of the walkway as she ran for the server bay door.

"Sixty seconds, fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven, fifty-six-" Meg did her best to block out Coeuss as he counted down his own demise.

She was well aware that her odds were grim, but that didn't stop her from trying.

"Forty-five, forty-four, forty-three, forty-two-" Meg used the seconds to double-time her footsteps.

The hallways stretch out in front of her, but she ignored the distance to put on a new burst of speed.

"Thirty-eight, thirty-seven, thirty-six, thirty-five-"

She had spent most of her life ignoring the imposed realities of others, and this felt no different. Even if she didn't make it (and that was a very distinct possibility), the others had probably survived. Ben and Laura had survived. Hopefully, Big Joe, Arturo, and Justin, the seafarer with kind eyes and a curious soul, had survived the raging battle. And Harrison, where ever he was, had hopefully made it. That was enough. 

"Twenty-five, twenty-four, twenty-three-"

Meg flew around the corner to find the escape pods.

As a discreet feature of the Harmony building, twelve portholes in the wall marked the entrance to a pod. Every Arc had just enough pods for the exact amount of bodies living on board. The Sirens had all escaped and the bots were most likely using every available vessel in the shipping bays.

That was to be her fate all those years ago. Shot out of Arc City one in a lone pod without a destination or hope for survival in the harsh outlands of Old Earth. Meg's mother had concealed her unauthorized pregnancy long enough for her to give birth, so the Quorum decided to abort them both. With no other choice, Meg's mother took her own life so that her daughter could assume her wild card spot.