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A great war has been raged and the world has been destroyed and is now a broken shell of its former self. Very few people are left on the damaged earth. Only a handful of survivors of the great war remain and among them is fifteen-year old Gilia, who cannot remember anything of her past before she met her two companions, Grey and Finch. Together they struggle to survive on their broken planet and yearn to return the world to its former glory. But nothing left on their world is as it seems, least of all its occupants... View table of contents...


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Submitted:Dec 16, 2012    Reads: 23    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   


Chapter Twelve- On The Run

I am frozen, useless, as I am still holding tightly to Grey like he is a lifeline. No, this can't be happening. I didn't actually believe Finch when he said a Tribe was after me, but now they have attempted too launch an attack on me.

"Finch, what are you on about? Why would a Tribe be after Gilia?" Grey asks desperatly.

"I don't know Grey, if I did I would tell you," Finch says, his voice in a soft whisper.

"Finch...What exactly happened?" I ask, my body beginning too shake again.

"I don't really know. After you left I decided too just call it a day and I went to bed. Then not even two hours later I was woken up by a lot of noise. Sounded like a load of people in the camp. They kept saying your name and about how you must have left. I didn't really know what too do so I just stayed inside the hut hoping they would leave. They said something about sending you a message and the they started boarding up the doorway of the hut. I tried too get out at this point but as soon as I was outside some guy hit me around the head, which knocked me out, and I guess he threw me back in. When I came to, the doorway of the hut was fully boarded up and the place was on fire," Finch says, a tone of boredom in his voice. I can tell he hates telling his tales.

"How did you get out?" I ask, but I know it's probably in vain.

"With a little help," Finch says mysteriously. I knew I wouldn't get a straight answer out of him.

"But-" I begin, but Grey cuts across me.

"It doesn't matter now. These people are out too kill. Finch, how can I keep Gilia safe?" Grey asks.

"I'm sorry YOU? What, so you think that I'm just going too ditch you now that some heats on your tail?" Finch replies, frustration creeping into his voice.

"Finch..." I begin, but I am once again cut across.

"I know what you're going too say, and don't worry about it. I can't just leave you two, you're like family to me," Finch says as his lips tug into a smile. Finch is so caring, in his strange and mostly unseen way.

"Finch what do we do?" Grey demands impatiently, his voice has taken on a bit of a formidable tone.

"I don't know Grey what can we do? She's got a huge mark over her head and a whole Tribe after her!"

"Easy solution then. We fight," Grey says simply.

"Grey I don't think..." I start to say, but apparantly I'm not in this conversation anymore.

"Fight them? Really? Grey, it's a Tribe, there has too be at least a hundred of them against us! Anyway, it seems none of us are in any state too be fighting!" Finch yells angrily, clearly losing his patience with Grey.

"So? I'd prefer too go down fighting rather then simply hand Gilia over!"

"Why not?" I suddenly say, realising this is a sensible solution. This suddenlly re-engages me in the conversation.

"No," Grey says simply to me.

I pull away from his hold on me, "Yes Grey! The way I see it, it's me or all of us!"

"Finch?" I ask desperatly, hoping that his preference for Grey rather then me will play in my favour.

Finch is biting his lip, wanting too say something but knowing he can't. "Well...Maybe it would be ideal for us all in the long run but...I think I can speak for myself and Grey when I say that we're just too selfish too let you go. Maybe we should just stay here..."

"NO!" Me and Grey shout at the same time. Confusion crashes over Finchs face.

"Why not?" Finch asks.

"Some maniac tried too kill Grey. Maybe that guys with the Tribe that burned down the camp, I don't know, but he could easily come back!" I explain quickly.

"What did he look like?" Finch asks.

Really, he's asking me what the guy looked like? "I didn't see him great but from what I could tell he had black hair, dark blue eyes..."

"What?" Finch almost cries out.

"Well I'd draw a picture but..." I say sarcastically.

"Are you sure that's the guy who attacked Grey?"

"Positive. Finch, you're going too have too start explaining some things real soon because you are starting to really confuse me."

"It doesn't matter. So I guess the only option is for us too run," Finch says as if finalising this.

I turn to Grey, "You know what Tribe is hunting me, don't you?" I ask him.

"Well...Yes. I'm pretty sure it's Salvation but that would mean...You're who they're looking for. You are, or at least Salvation think you are, the person who is meant too restore the world...If I was told it was meant to be anyone else, I'd still be calling the Salvation Tribe deluded, but if it's you...I think I could easily believe it," Grey says almost cautiously.

"Well why do we have too run from them if they believe that I can restore the world? Surely they wouldn't kill me if they think I'm the solution too their problems, the whole worlds problems for that matter. Shouldn't we just find them and..."

"No way Gilia! I may believe what they think of you being the worlds cure, but that doesn't change the fact that the whole Tribe is full of pyschopaths! They'd still kill you in an instant, no matter what they think. I don't want too be waving the white flag to them,"

"What, so we should just be on the run for the rest of our lives?"

"Some people would call it romantic..." Grey teases.

"Personally I don't see how," I reply, feeling as if I'm telling Grey off or something.

"Guys, back to the matter at hand here," Finch says in frustration.

"And what exactly is that?" I ask.

"Well I'm thinking of how are we going too get Grey down from this cave but...."

"Finch I can get down, there's no fuss there," Grey replies.

"Are you sure?" I ask him.

"Well if not you two will have too leave me up here,"

"I'm never leaving you again!" I reply certainly.

"Can you two just please move! You'll have time too love each other later!" Finch says desperatly.

"Okay!" Grey says as he gets up, the pain he is feeling reflected onto his face. I help Grey as us and Finch go outside to the ledge.

"Ok, so how do we do this?" I ask Finch.

"How did you do it before?" He asks me.

"I fell out!"

"Oh. Well that's one way too do it. Not the most ideal solution for us though," Finch says sarcastically. But before we can think about this more I notice somethigng down on the ground. It looks as if the darkness is...Moving. I walk closer to the edge so I can see what it is more clearly. Just as I am at the edge I see at least thirty faces look up from the moving black mass. We left it too long. They have found us already. I look over my shoulder back at the cave as if this will help me work out what too do.

"Gilia, get down!" I hear Greys voice call out and I turn too see what looks like a black mass coming right for us. I feel myself pushed against the rock surface of the ledge, and am surprised when I realise that it is Finch who has tackled me to the ground. I lift my head up as much as possible just in time too see the black mass collide with the ledge we are on, and immediaty the ledge breaks and I am falling through the air, and Finch seems to fly off somewhere to my right. Time feels as if it has slowed down as I feel the air whip almost painfully against my face and I look around me desperatly, hoping that somehow Grey made it back into the cave. I feel my heart sink as I see him just off too my right. I don't know what is going through my head as I reach out for Grey and him for me. Just as our hands are about to touch, I feel as if I am picked up by a whirlwind. I can't see anything anymore, Grey is gone, the whole world is gone, I think I have gone blind. Then all around me there is piercing white which streches as far as the eye can see. Just as I am trying too comprehend where I am now, I feel my head slam against what I think is a smooth rock ground, and everything slips away from me.





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