He lets out a shuddering breath. He's about to be on a live broadcast. Live to all of Omisha. What he has to say isn't easy or fun. It's about as fun as telling a child that their dog died.
The camera clicks on and feed goes live.
His hands are clammy and beads of sweat roll down his neck. Sebastian begins to speak. "Attention everyone. The leader of Omisha have been keeping some vital information from you."
There's a commotion outside. Liam must be sending men after him.
He continues. "The land that we live on has become unstable. The very plates of the Earth have begun to deteriorate. They are planning to save the human race, but only a select few. Only those that live in the eight boarding school towns will survive."
He pauses as his eyes water. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but me as well as many others believe that you have a right to know this. People have died believing that you have the right to know this."
The feed ends. It was no Shakespeare, but it got the message out.
"Let's go!" Yells the camera operator who escorts Sebastian out of the building. They exit the back entrance that is located at the edge of the woods.
The begin to run through the woods without looking back.
They stop to a loud thudding noise. Then comes an ear piercing howl. Followed by gunfire. Quiet falls. The wolf is dead.
They begin to run again. As they run through the brush Lance asks, "what do we do now?"
Sebastian answers between breaths. "Now's the easy part. We wait for the people to rise up to fight back."
"Then?" He asks, his arms pumping wildly as they sprint.
"We lead them." A smile grows across his winded face.
"Where are we headed?"
"Once nightfall, we head to the school. That'll be our new base."
Lance nods.
Sebastian has a plan, but in the end this is out of his hands.
He now finds himself thinking about Eliza. He doesn't know why, but he can't get her out of his mind. He just hopes that wherever she is, she's alright.
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Republic of Omisha
Ciencia FicciónSet in the future, after war has demolished entire continents and the survivors flock to the Americas. People no longer wage wars or fight about frivolous things, like race and nationality. As far as they are concerned, there is one race, the human...
