Destination: Unkown

Destination: Unkown

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Last published Sat, Apr 15, 2017

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"Please state your name." The shadow beyond the glass shifted slightly as they leaned into what was, probably, a microphone. "Fuck you." "State your name." Two more shadows appeared behind the first, and they were much taller and wider than the first. "No." No emotion. I couldn't let them see who I was. They'd kill me if they knew. Or they'll kill me if I don't tell them. Either way I'm going to die, but momma raised a fighter. One of the shadows moved away from the window and I was no longer able to see their outline. I shifted my wrists in the rope, surely they were covered with burns by now. "Little girl, I'd suggest you cooperate with us while you still have the chance." The steel door's locks began to turn and the door creaked open. I craned my neck as far as the restraints would allow. A large, buff man in a black suit marched through the open doorway. My breath hitched. He had a gun. The gun was pointing at my head. "Now, what's your name?" My fists clenched, causing the rope to dig into my veins. I forced my breathing to steady as I turned my head to the shadows and straightened my shoulders as much as I could. "My name is Xena Drate." *** Xena Drate has no family. Well she did, but not anymore. They were dead. Just like most of the world, except no one turned into zombies, at least not yet. She was alone and there's no one to tell her where to go. So she just goes and maybe she'll get somewhere someday. For now her destination is, unknown.

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