Blowing gently into my hands, I shift my legs a bit, trying not to disturb the thick blanket of black snow around my perch. Daro, my twin brother, yawns and presses the heel of his hands against his eyes, warding off sleep besides me. "Wuss." Daro glares as me and I grin back. "I swear to god , 'Fern'." I would have launched myself at Daro, but the risk of the cameras around the two of us snuff it. Hissing under my breath, I stretch one iced leg one after the other, trying to regain what ever feeling in my legs I could. Very slowly, my legs unfroze and the ice caking my jeans came off.
Yawning as loud as I can, I grab my beanie that I found after Daro and I left our old home. Still stiff from sitting still all night, I stand up, fully aware that the cameras could see me. Thankfully, as Daro and I found out, the cameras only operated during the night and shut off during the day. No, I don't know why. Brushing my dark brown, almost black, hair from my eyes, I glance at my brother. He's still taller than me. His hair is messy and covers his eyes. His mouth is still slightly open. Nothing has changed between the two of us. I don't look or act like Daro at all in all honesty. Instead of using melee weapons, I use two guns, both able to shoot a hot enough laser to melt the skin off of people. I have six guns, each a different type of attack. What? I get bored. I build. Instead of his green eyes, I have light blue eyes that get lighter as it spreads away from my pupil. I hate staying in confined places with no electronics. Daro would rather die than have to sleep in my space on the roof of the run down church, which is covered with wires and data charts of illnesses and old newspapers. But no matter how different we are, we're still twins, and I hate that. Damn genetics.
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Plagued City
PertualanganDaro and Helni, twin brother and sister, are in a world where nothing is right. Everything is destroyed. Nothing seems to be living. Just like a plagued city.
