NINETEEN

CHAPTER I

                                                                        Prologue

This is a sci-fi (science fiction) based book about an organization or more like group of people who are constantly on the run and under siege by malicious robots where they must take refuge in order to fight back against the robots that have taken over their world and all so that they can restore back what was once theirs.

 CHAPTER ONE 

 Nineteen's POV

Well let's see how do I start? Oh yeah! live in a city where we are constantly under attack by robots, 

"Yes" robots don't let that bore you till you begin the chapter of this book, the truth is no one knows or has an explanation to why and where this robots are existing, all we know is that it's become the natural order of things, now they hunt robots but all in the aim to get to "The circuit" you'll know more about that later on and as for who the characters are you'll know more about that later......

I don't seem to remember much from my past all I do seem to remember is me looking up from the ground and seeing blurry images of a group of men standing over me who seem to be taken refuge from something in an environment filled with sounds of gunshots, bombs, and destruction when one of the men walk up to me:

 "Are you okay?" he asks seeming really concerned but I wasn't able to do anything but stare in confusion, but seriously "Are you okay?" I mean what does it look like? I am finally getting my clear sight back when "Oh no!" black out, Yep! Blackout should have probably warned about that.

I wake up from my blackout and I try to move my eyes and capture what I can from my environment seeing as I can barely move when I spot two kids or somewhat teenagers standing talking to each other you're probably wondering what a bunch of kids are doing in a somewhat war situation led by ten feet robots.

 Don't worry I'm getting to that part later and also how I know those robots are ten feet also later, "Why has he brought another one?" one kid says with so much anger on his face 

"C'mon men don't be stony " the other kid says in my defense, "He's no good to us...I mean look at him" the other turns and looks to my direction and I quickly shut my eyes acting like I am still unconscious,"

He's a refugee...how would you have like it if Mr. Fogs had left you in the ruin lands to die?" Yes, kid how would you have liked it, I say in my head, 

Who is this Mr. Fogs these kids are talking about, is he the one I owe my life to? I kept pondering inside 

"He can't be a fighter Max "said the first kid, hmmm some new information the second kids' name is Max cause all this kid one and two is really confusing 

"Funny I seem to remember someone saying that exact same thing about you when you first got here Jerry", wait "Jerry?" that doesn't sound like the name of a complete socially deranged jerk but for some reason he behaves like one at least we know both their names now 

Suddenly one tall manly figure walks in and interrupts Jerry and Max's gabfest "Jerry, Max go help out fangs" he says 

 "Yes sir" Jerry and Max reply with such respect and regard then I start pondering again "Who could be this Man that even the most arrogant of souls pay respect to?", 

 Could he be the Man I owe a thank you for saving my life? "Hey kiddo you okay?" he asks me sounding calm and gentle, I manage to squeeze out a few words from my mouth "Yes sir I think I'm good" "You took a real blow to the head, Do you remember anything about you or your family?"

"No sir it's just blank" I say struggling to sit upright, "What about your families?" he asks "uhm" where the only the few words I was able to utter "ok what about a name for starter?" he asks expecting me to provide an answer but I just stare at him

 "Uhm, sir what's a name?", Yep! That's how bad my situation was, so bad I didn't even remember what a name was, he just stares at me feeling sorry for me like the way your parents stare at you when you tell them what you say is right and they are the ones who are wrong. 

"Well son a name is what you are identified by, what people call you when you when they address you"

 "So, what's my name?" I stupidly ask expecting him to just read the stars and tell me what my name is.

He struggled to come up with a name for me, so he just sweeps the ground with his eyes till he rests his eyes on some kind of a shoulder gear with the inscription "19", Great Relief! Now we all know where this book got its name from, it got it from mine. "nineteen" "Nineteen" he says with a big smile on his face, "huh?" I ask, "we shall call you nineteen" he says proudly and I just stare 

"How do you like your new name?" he asks with the smile almost fading away from his face, "I love it sir" I answer trying to sound formal and respectful, he then reads a sad expression from my face 

"What is the matter kid?" he asks trying to care for me like a father, "I can't remember what my parents look like" I say with tears filled up inside my eyes, he quickly rushes to my side to hold me and tells me 

"Everything will be alright kiddo" then I began sobbing even more. You are all wondering how old is this guy? Well I am 12 years old currently, New info! apparently info the team already had, for some reason age deciphering was easy for them so they did not need me to remember that Oh! And as for those kids we saw earlier well Max is seventeen, Jerry is sixteen.

 After a few moments of sobbing and some alligator tears he said to me "c'mon kiddo let's go meet the rest of the crew" then I stood up barely with his support then I look back on what I was formerly resting on and that doesn't even look like a hospital bed, it was just some rags placed on metal which was surprisingly comfortable. I get up and ask:

"Crew?", 

"what crew?"...

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