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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 29, 2012    Reads: 18    Comments: 2    Likes: 3   

Chapter Twenty-Two- Fight and Flight

All around me are dead bodies. Lying on the ground as if thrown there whilst people battle each other around them. A person is on the ground at my feet, dead, and I step back a bit, sickened. I look around me. For every living person I see I'd say there's six dead people around them. I see a young girl run past, she must be younger then me. She stops in front of me for a second, her brown eyes wide with fear, before running off again, drawing a sword as she goes. I hear something pass through the air and jump to the side just in time as a sword barely misses me. The person who tried to hit me, an ageing man, turns to me again. He is about to swing the sword through the air once more when I hear and gunshot and see him crumple to the ground. A man from behind him shot him down and the man with the gun is now aiming it at me, reloading it as he points it at me. I feel Grey grab my arm and he runs along, pulling me with him. The man fires, misses us, and aims for me and Grey again. We try to find a refuge in the huts around us but they are all on fire, lighting up the night like torches.

"You two, get down!" I hear Star command and feel Grey push me to the ground and throw an arm over me. I turn my head to see Star run out of the building we emerged from and throw a spear at the man with the gun. It catches the guy in the chest right near his heart.

As he falls to the ground he pulls the trigger.I hear the gun shot.I see Star fall to the ground.I'm lying where I am frozen. That didn't happen. That didn't happen.

That. Did not. Just. Happen!

I feel Grey pull me up and run with me down the lane that runs through the Tribe. I am panting heavily as Grey pulls me along, waiting for the tears to come. They don't. I feel despicable. We weave in and out between the fighting people, somehow avoiding from getting hit ourselves. Me and Grey run up an incline to a huge square which has a huge building set off a little away from the square. In the Centre of the square are things that appall me and, no matter how low I set my expectations of a Tribe, I wouldn't have expected to see. Sitting in the Centre of the Tribe like demonic specter, alight with flames as a sign of protest, are wooden stocks alongside some strange post. The ground around them is bloody from the fresh and old blood spilt.

Grey tows me through the Tribe Centre, people falling left right and Centre, and feel myself bump into someone. Grey curses and runs faster. What's wrong? Actually I'd say running into someone in the middle of a battle means more then it would any other time. I feel someone lightly pull me away from Grey and I stumble and fall from the shock of someone touching me so gently, especially NOW of all times. I hear the noise of metal hitting off metal and look up to a sight that makes my heart feel as if it will explode.

I see Grey standing solidly planted to the ground as his sword is up in the air pushing against another persons black sword, blocking their attack. I look at the other person and gasp in shock. It's HIM! The black haired boy who attacked Grey before! I'm getting sick of him! He seems to be every other place I look. Greys face is contorted as he pushes his sword against his attackers, trying to break the block, sweat beading at his brow. Greys attacker pushes against his own sword, forcing Greys sword back. He appears to be winning and it is easy to see he's not even putting his full effort behind his push. The guy pushes his sword harder against Greys and Grey falls over backwards into the sand. I see the guy raise his sword above his head...

I feel someone pull me roughly to my feet and I allow them, bewildered. I feel them press a gun to my head and I let out a long, high-pitched scream.

Get that thing away from me! I can't stand guns! Is all I can think.

Grey looks up at me as he heard me scream and his attacker looks over at me to, his blue eyes filled with desperation. The guy that was attacking Grey rushes over to me and grabs the person that is holding me by their arm and chucks them to the ground. I discover the person holding the gun to my head was a bewildered looking woman. I am frozen where I am as I see the guy who was attacking Grey look down on the woman, then he turns to me, his face shocked.

"Run!" he commands me in a smooth voice laced with anger as he lightly but firmly pushes me. I run to where Grey is and pull him up and look around like a scared hare. All around us are people fighting, but up at the big house is NO ONE. I pull Grey towards it, feeling the useless shield slap at my side as I go. I let go of Grey and yank the shield off my arm and cast it to the side. USELESS thing. I hear a woman scream behind me and run faster, thinking of how that strange boy saved me.

Again, says a voice in my head and I remember the night that the wolves attacked me and someone had saved me. Was that him

He'll always be there to save you, the strange voice tells me. Will he be? I don't even know him! He doesn't HAVE to save me! Besides, I don't want him to. He seems intent on killing Grey....

Greys still beside me, running fast, "Gilia what are you doing? Where are you going?"

I point up to the deserted big house in answer. I hear Grey make a whimper.

"What?" I ask him as we are on a straight path leading to the house. It is totally clear of people.

"That's the Tribeheads house," Grey says. Is he SERIOUSLY that scared of it?

"So?" I ask.

"Doesn't matter, let's go," Grey says as he quickens his pace. I can swear that he says, and hope we come back, under his breath.


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