The clock tells me it is half past two, yet I fell as though I have been here for as little as thirty minutes. Time does fly when you enjoy yourself.
Everyday is the same: wake up at seven, leave at half eight, arrive at work for nine, have lunch at midday, resume work at one, finish at five, eat dinner at six, all lights should be off for half past ten.
I work in Chicago, in one of the main buildings for our leader, Lord Williamson. He saved us all after the war when I was just a child, he rebuilt the whole world, using his fantastic rules to keep us all in line. I admire his work, what he has done, and now I'm working for him, making him proud as he looks down at his world with his deep, brown eyes.
I'm mid-type on the computer when an ear sprinting bang goes off, the windows smash in and I'm thrown backwards as the once formal office is blown apart. Others look about around me, I try to get up but my right arm doesn't seem to be wanting to do as I command. John, a trainee who was working at the desk next to me is lying in a heap with his legs folded underneath him and his neck bent in an unnatural angle. Dead. Pushing parts of what used to be my desk off my legs I haul myself up and head for what's left of the door. My uniform is torn as my badge with my name,Helen Raywood, is missing. There's no sign on movement in the hall yet it seems undamaged. The bomb must have went off outside and I can't help but listen to the terrified voice inside my head, "where is everyone?" It asks, "is there any survivors?"
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Hide and Seek
Teen FictionIt's a world made of rules Its a world where everyone is the same But there's a small group of people who cause a huge problem And they must run before they are killed ~ One side must hide The other must seek This is a dangerous game to play A game...
