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Haha it's me.
I'm proud of myself for updating two days in a row, I just felt like it I guess. 😂

I just wanted to add a little not before you dive into this next chapter.
With 4 different POVs going on I wanted to clarify that not everything is happening at the same time.
Like this next chapter that's in Peter's POV happened a week or so before Amara's POV.
Eventually all of the Point of Views will be synchronized in time but for now... chaos. Mwuahahahaha.

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District_401
year 02 post great shock
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Peter POV

To say I was shocked would have been an understatement.

Standing before me, no more than 6 feet away, stood a sleek-coated, multicolored dog with piercing blue eyes.
I was seeing things.
I must have been.
This could be any Aussie...

After all, Destiny and Survivor must have died from starvation when both Amara and the Doctor were unable to return for them.
Right?
Destiny—I mean, the dog sat down, head tilted slightly to the side as it's nose twitched, staring me down.
Why did I feel like I was being judged?

I heard a slight scraping sound behind me and slowly spun, my eyes crashing with bright amber wolflike ones set in a very wolflike face.

My heart began to hammer in my chest.
That was Survivor. It had to be, so that meant the other dog was Destiny... could it mean.... was Amara here too?
Before I could even open my mouth to call her name a hand clamped over it, a sweet smell filling my nostrils and seeming to pollute my brain, rendering my limbs useless.

I sagged into a pair of arms, undeniably those of a man.
"What...?" I mumbled woozily, head spinning.

"Hang tight," a voice hissed in my ear, as I was dragged into an alley.
Just as I had started to relax I was thrown against a crumbled brick wall.
Quite literally thrown.

"Owwww that hurts, meanie," I whined in my drugged state.

The tall, broad and dark haired man before me crossed his arms over his chest and scoffed.

"You weren't supposed to hurt him!" Another voice angrily called, this voice female.
"You said I couldn't kill him or permanently damage him. All I did was throw him against a wall, if he can't take that than he's more of a wuss than I thought." My captor snapped.

"Your mom's a wuss," I mumbled, almost drunkenly.

"Actually. She's dead. Because of you, Peter Lafrance." He snarled, leaning in close to my face and practically hissing the last part.

"My name is Pete. Or Ty-Ty." I corrected him solemnly.

"I oughta-" the large man before me was cut off as a rather elderly looking woman shooed him aside, crouching before me and shining a light in my eyes.
I groaned, waving my hands before my face to chase the light away.
"How much of that stuff did he breathe in? I told you only a whiff!"
The guy shrugged. "I may have given him more than a whiff."

The woman rolled her eyes, taking my chin in one of her rather small hands and turning my face from side to side.
"At least you're got the right kid."