What would you do if you were in my shoes?
My family was separated by two different blasts. The first one made my mother lose us. To this day I still don’t know if she was killed by it. The second one caused my father to lose his grip as we were both thrown off our feet. We both survived but he stayed to fight them off, promising we would meet again.
That was nine years ago.
I was only twelve years old when the United Protectors Society took over the country. It only took them a month to do it. Everything was already planned out from advertising their cause to who would lead the new country. The former President is now serving time in jail and Morris Goodwin is the Peoples Protector.
In the days after my town in Colorado was attacked, I was alone. My house was destroyed with no signs of my family anywhere or even my neighbors, the Andersons. I was truly alone.
A Police officer found me wondering around a few towns over. After telling him I was alone, he placed me in the ‘protector’s care’, a system set up for kids who either lost their parents or got separated from them. The first few months we believed our parents were being looked for. I mean, some parents or family members came for some of us. But as the first year went on, the money for the house was becoming less and less. Fewer and fewer families were being reunited.
By the time I was thirteen, I knew the Protectors cared more about publicity than their people. When I asked the person caring for us why we were being left behind, he said it’s most likely our parents were dead.
It took a whole week for me to realize that’s not true. The following week, I left the home and started to take matters into my own hands.
I found myself in Tennessee living on the streets. I learned how to steal food from a former soldier living on the streets as well. He showed me the best places to sleep at night and “The Basement” where to trade the goods I steal for food. Soon, I was stealing handbags and jewelry. My buyers started to know I could get great stuff for them to sell.
One of them even taught me how to shoot a gun to get game. Then, when I decided to try something else, I taught myself how to shoot a bow and arrow. I shot it on days where I just want to spend nice quiet day hunting. Throwing knives was what I learned next.
At the age of sixteen, I made a name for myself in the Basement. I knew who to trade with and what they were looking for. And they knew not to rip me off. One new guy tried to do rip me off and a broken noise later he changed his mind.
A week later I meet Andy Small, a leader of a Rebel unit.
He told me they could use me for their cause of shutting down the Rebels. The group wanted to bring back the United States and was working in secret to reset everything back up. The only thing I asked, once he got my attention, was if they would help me find my family. Andy said there was no guarantee but they knew people who were helping families reconnect.
So I joined up. What normally takes a few years to be qualified as a specialist, I did in a year. By seventeen, I was the youngest person to pass the entire test, and with flying colors. I was assigned to Andy’s unit at his request. At the time, it was just a small town division with only three other people and Andy. By the end of the year only Jamie, a fighter from the Bronx, stayed. Together we did more training and he helped my fighting skills improved. Soon our division gained the twins Tyler and Taylor, great at disguises, followed by Kelly, the best hacker I know.
Andy taught us information is better than a killing spree. Hit them without them knowing and prove they aren’t as big as they think they are. And it worked. Our small town unit soon became a well-known force across the Rebel community.
When I started with Andy, he offered me a job as a thief for his business when people couldn’t pay off their bill. At age eighteen, I got a job as a waitress at the Protectors club and caught the eye of William Bartlett, the son of the Town Protector (who acts like a Mayor). While I lead him I, all I’m getting from him is information he doesn’t know he’s giving me.
Then everything changed when Cory Anderson came back into my life. I was 21 at the time. Something about my past catching up with me shook me up. And it doesn’t help when he’s our groups new shooter.
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