Compound

Chapter 18

Nic's POV:

"Do you have the safety on?" I asked Matthew. I had fallen down and broken three of my fingers, so he was cleaning my gun.

"Yes I have the fucking safety on. How the hell did you get it fucked up this bad anyways?"

"Uh.... I dropped it.... In the lake."

"Oh my fucking God."

"Yeah.... But you're sure you have the safety on?"

"Yes I'm fucking sure."

"Matthew, catch!" Jack shouted, tossing him something. He reached to catch it, and pressed the trigger down.

Jack's POV:

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Nic screamed, launching himself back. Skull, blood, and hair covered his face. He started hyperventilating. Matthew had blown his own fucking head off. Nic pulled his shirt off, and started franticly wiping his face. His hair turned light pink from the blood. Clara and Maddi were also covered in skull, and Ethan had a flesh wound from the bullet, which had been high caliber.

"Well damn." Connor said, raising his eyebrows.

"I guess we're gonna keep walking." I mumbled, standing. We had already walked for 15 hours, with short breaks, but no one complained.

Maddi's POV:

After an hour of walking, a dark shape loomed about 20 yards in the distance. We ran for it. We reached a large building marked "refugees here" in neon green paint.

"We found it." Clara said quietly. "We're actually here. We're safe." she reached out, and knocked carefully on the door. It opened slowly, and all we could see in the darkness were eyes, many of them. They marched towards us, grabbing our arms before we could move. They were clean, no blood or dirt. They had haircuts, clean-shaven, and new clothes. And they were our dead friends.

"What the fuck are you-" Ethan was cut off by Grant putting a hand over his mouth. Jack was fighting away from Brooks, kicking and punching, and appeared to be causing Brooks actual pain, before another boy named Peyton grabbed his other arm. Nic hung limply from Ryan and Riley's grip, forcing them to drag his full weight, which was a lot. Brice and Drew had both of my arms. I tried to wrench away from Brice's grip. Nothing. I tried the same on Drew, and he almost lost me, shooting me a pleading look. They dragged us into the dark building. It got colder as we moved in deeper, until I was shivering. When we got inside, the lights flicked on, and they threw us down into cold metal tables, strapping us into tables.

"Good afternoon, bitches." Ryan said, standing before us. "Sorry to tell you all this, but you've seen deemed too dangerous to continue in this society. So you'll be exterminated."

"Let us talk to a division leader!"

"Sorry to inform you you're talking to the division leader. We killed the adults. Sorry guys."

"What!?"

"Yep! Riley and I are in charge now. Guns ready, please? I'd like to get this over with, so we can clean up the mess. I closed my eyes as Drew placed the gun to my head.

END OF BOOK ONE

((Sorry for this complete random update of the 1st book, but since my reads have dropped from an average of 34 per chapter to 14, I'd like to mention that "Breaking", the next book on my profile is the sequel to this one, and that there will be a third book entitled "Shattered". Please read this next book, and thank you.))

((Also, why do reads go from 18 to 8 from chapter 14 to 18. What the hell?))