The Night Undead

Life in The Society was strange. She woke up in a small box, ice cold, her arms and legs strapped to the walls of the box. It wasn't painful but, atypical. As soon as she heard the siren, her box opened, and her arms and legs were released. Next to her was her younger sister, still sleeping peacefully.

"Hazel, wake up!" she whisper-screamed. The girl didn't move. Suddenly, her eyes opened and she began breathing abnormally. This was a everyday thing for the two girls as Hazel often had terrifying nightmares about groups of people brutally murdering everyone in The Society. Hazel quickly calmed down before climbing out of her box. "What happened this time?" the older girl asked.
"They killed you Leona, in the most twisted and dark way. Right in front of me. I had to watch your suffering and I could do nothing," Hazel said through teary eyes.
"It will be okay. We can talk about this later," she said taking a deep breath before continuing, "You need to get ready, Freyja won't be happy if you are late again." They both slipped on the leggings and sweatshirts that had been placed on top of their boxes. Walking out of the pod towards the Central Square, the girls looked down from the plateau, its perfectly smooth sides being a reminder that they were trapped here, above the clouds.

hi babies! this is my first book that i've written so i sincerely apologize for the bad writing. please give constructive criticism if possible

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