Elodie's life changes at the turn of a doorknob when she is forced into joining a secret organization that claims to be protecting the Earth from aliens. But with every step she takes, she finds the organization, or the facility, as they call it, becoming more and more suspicious. When a mysterious death occurs, revealing a well-concealed secret, things quickly go downhill as humanity's future is placed on the shoulders of a single gaggle of teenagers.
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I hear a sigh from the other side of the door, "Miss. Chaucer, you have a wonderful opportunity here, are you going to take it or not?"
Now, I am seriously confused, "Opportunity?"
She takes advantage of my befuddled state and shoves the door open. Shit.
The corners of her mouth pull up, and it's so unnatural, it takes me a moment to realize she's smiling. Major plastic surgery? Probably.
Click.
Did she just lock the door?
She locked the door!
I spring towards the house phone, dusty from years of doing absolutely nothing, so I can call the police.
I don't make it. Halfway there, I trip on my own pant-leg and face plant on the floor. The woman steps over me and retrieves the phone. She looks at it as if it's a foreign object, "This won't be necessary. All I want to do is talk to you."
For some reason, instead of screaming, I stay silent.
She smiles and pulls out a chair from the kitchen table for me to sit on. When I don't sit, she says, "If you want to know what's going on, then sit." I think about it for a moment. She hasn't hurt me yet, and I have to admit, I am quite curious as to what's going on. So, call me stupid, but I sit down.
"I am from a space organization that protects civilians from . . . outside threats."
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Beautiful cover made by @mahana258!
HR: 203 in science fiction (5/8/18)
Completed on August 15th, 2018 (Indian independence day!)
*******This is not a zombie novel
Day 1
Fifty constructs deployed with a singular Human to hold a trench outside the city against the Punishing Virus. We bravely marched towards our hell with a oblivious smile on our faces while the people cheered us on.
Constructs remaining: 50
Day 4
We didn't get any sleep all day. But we're still holding strong as we know the people in the city believe in us as their hope and that's enough for us. I'm hoping we can all get through this together.
Day 5
The city was attacked from the West and we had to hastily move through the city and do our best to reduce casualties as we won't be getting reinforcements due to other ongoing operations within the region. My men are shook because it's the first time seeing such horrors up close. We had one of our own attack us and was put down quickly by our captain.
Constructs remaining: 49
Day 73
It's insane that I'm still writing. The front of the city is all mud and ash with the creatures from the Punishing Virus wandering the front. We're out of ammunition and supplies with 21 wounded, 14 severely wounded. 15 infected resulting in execution including my captain... who ended up serving as distraction to save a wounded construct who ended up being infected and joined the 14 that suffered the same fate
Contructs Remaining: 35
D̶a̶y̶ 1̶0̶0̶
We no longer are receiving transmission from the place we call paradise after evacuating the city painstakingly. The call for evacuation has came for the city... Paradise sounds sickening but we must push on.
Constructs remaining: 0
Commandant this is Schnider. It was an honor serving with you.