MARIN:
It was hot, with 100s of people and their body heat so close together radiating around the room. The line to get marked was long. I stood far from the exit. From the corner of my eye I saw a boy, around my age sharpening blades in the corner of the room. His hair blond. It caught the faint yellow light from the ceiling make it look like it's glowing. He glanced up at me with a look of exhaustion and
annoyance. I looked back at him with a slight side eye with my chin up showing my pride in such a dark place. "Next!" Shouted the man marking people up in the front. I slightly moved forward. I bumped into a man whose body was built like a building big
and tall. He looked at me. I looked back, letting my eyes say everything I won't. He grunts and turns back around. Good.
In the line next to me someone was praying while getting marked. I stood still listening to the sound of people whimpering in pain. The air smelt disgusting. Different flesh burning all over the room. I wanted to throw up.
Possibly an hour later I was next in line to get my mark. Without warning the man grabbed my hand. His hands sweaty and hot. I flinch in his tight grip even though I should've expected this. He burned a marking into my wrist. It was cold at first. My brain takes a second
to register the pain. Finally, I bit my lip hard enough to taste iron. Don't give him a reaction. He doesn't deserve it. Don't. The smell of my flesh burning was sickening. He slowly removed the hot metal from my wrist. My skin visibly melting. I make a sound that doesn't sound like myself and immediately hate myself for it. The marking look like a circle
with a triangle in the middle. His tight grip around my hand loosened and they called out for the next person. I didn't know where else I was supposed to go. Crowds of people hustled around the room from one direction to the next. I saw a corner with a bench near the wall. It looks like no one's there so I went over to it. When I sat down it
made a creaking noise. I watched as everyone around me pretends like their lives aren't ruined. I sigh and rest my elbow on my leg with my chin in the palm of my hand. I look at my mark. I guess I live here now huh? I mean, if you even call this living. My hand hovers over my wrist. I don't dare to touch it. I guess I belong here now. It's literally scarred into my flesh.
I dove off for a bit. When I snap back to reality there's a voice over the intercom telling everyone dinners in the cafeteria. I don't even know where that is so I follow people who do. When I get there I look around. It's a crumby old kitchen looking thing with a few tables scattered around the room. I grab something that looks like a sandwich from the counter and sit at a table near the bottom left corner of the room.
As I sat down I looked out the window. Watching as the building I once called home fallen onto the now ripped up and destroyed roads. This is what a world full of destruction and greed looks like. Also known as war. In the distance I see a hollow. A creature created by a drug soldiers used as weapons in war. It backfired pretty bad. I can't look any longer. I keep eating my sandwich thing.
ARI:
I've literally been sharpening these stupid knives for an hour. Jackson won't let me leave until if you lay your finger lightly on the tip it'll draw blood. I look up for a moment. A girl with wavy caramel colored hair looks at me. She looks too confident in
herself to be here. That'll be killed in the first few hours she's here. I roll my eyes at her and keep sharpening. A few seconds later I look at her again. She does look nervous. I keep my eyes on her. At least she's not in immediate danger anymore.. right? While I'm looking at her I slide the blade across the iron surface and it slides across my finger. I wince without a noise. And just like Jackson wanted it drew blood. I grunt and shove the tools away from me. I stare at the cut on my finger. It's small. But still stings.
I stand up. Making sure no one working notices. They don't. I scurry to the room with the open window across the hall. When I open the door I walk to the window and open it quietly. I listen from the hallway to make sure no one comes in hearing it
creaking. When it's open enough for me to walk across the wooden plank I use to get to the other ruins directly across from us I slide head first out the window holding it for support. I balance myself on the plank and run across the buildings, the surface I walked on was slippery from the rain an hour ago. It made me feel more alive.
I turn around looking down at the city. Run down and ruined. Smoke fills the air and old unusable cars fill the cities torn up roads. I sigh and sit on the roof top criss cross. The wind twirls and tangles my already messy hair. It howls in my ears. It's chilly. I hear my name called from out the
window. Jackson. "Ari!" He calls. I maneuver back to the window quickly now that Ive been caught not working. "Why aren't you fixing the blades?" He says, arms crossed.
His smooth jet black hair shines in the dusk light. "I needed a break." I say rudely walking past him. He grabs my shoulder. "A real survivor takes no breaks. There's no time." He tells me. His brown eyes looking into my green ones. "Then you do it. I'm
not working all day again." I walk out of the room leaving him alone. From the intercom I hear a loud high pitch siren noise with a voice. Jackson grabs my arm. He pulls me back into the room and slams the door. "What the fuck!?" I shout mad but also concerned. He shushes me. "Hollow." He whispers looking at the door. I lean
against the wall. There's screaming out side. Peeling noises and sounds of being torn to bits. Jackson looks determined and ready. I don't know what I'm feeling. This has happened 2 times this month already. The siren roars outside. I slide down the wall waiting for it to be over.
It slowly gets quieter. Jackson loosens up a bit. "Can we go?" I say almost numb to the feeling. "Ari, this is urgent." He tells me standing up straight. "If it's so urgent why does it keep happening." He's quite a moment. "This isn't something easily
controlled." He responds. "Yeah, well I guess this isn't the safest place in the region
anymore is it?" I say climbing out the window again. He watches as I leave and head far away hoping from building to building hoping to get away forever.
KEIRAN:
I sat in the darkness in a storage room. The door closed as the sirens scream in the hall. Knife in hand to defend myself the best I can. My ear against the door calculating how close they are. It's getting closer. I hear footsteps running up to the
storage room. I whip open the door hitting it in the face. I hear a grunt. It's a human. I quickly grab them and yank them into the room slamming the door before a hollow can see. "Thanks dude.." they say sarcastically. I don't respond. I continue listening to the noises in the hall. The siren eventually stops. The kid pushes off me. "You really
had to hit me in the face?" He says laughing. I walk away Infront of him. "Not even a sorry huh?" He follows. "Go back to your assigned room." I order. "Mines near the
hall. There's no way in hell." He jokes still trailing me. I say nothing else. "So, how long have you been in this hell hole?" He asks still trying to talk to me.
"You should check in with the captain. Jackson. If you're lost." I tell him. He pauses and sits down next to me. I wince. "I'm not lost. I just don't have a room." He tells me touching the back of his neck. I look at him, then look away. "You snuck in." I state like a fact. He laughs. "Yeah, yeah I did. Sorry." He says anxiously.
I don't answer again. I just stare off into space with him next to me. "So, I'm Kylo." He tells me shifting his weight. I sit there waiting for him to leave even though obviously he won't. I look the opposite direction telling him I'm not interested.
He plays along and fidgets with the tips of his fingers. We sit there in silence. I open my mouth to say something but quickly close it. I don't even know what I was gonna say. He looks at me and smiles anxiously. My head hangs low and I hear people walking back and forth around us. Voices arguing and making crude jokes from different directions. The air warm and heavy with a hint of cigarette smoke.
I watch him from the corner of my eye as he continues to fidget with his fingers. I suck air in through my nose and stand up. I don't have the energy for this right now He doesn't ask where I'm going. When he doesn't ask I look behind myself at him. It's fine. He just stays where he is.
KYLO:
He got up from the ground walking off without a word. It's pretty lonely here. Even if I decided to sneak in it's not like if I was planning on surviving there would be
anywhere else I could go. I sigh and pull my knees into my chest and lean against the
wall. I start feeling a hunger pain in my stomach. I don't think I've eaten today. I know stealings bad. I do. But I don't feel like I have a choice right now anyway. I look
around the hallway for anything. There's no way for me to get food during the
designated times or they'll find out I snuck in. From the half open cafeteria door I see sandwiches on the counter. I scurry towards the doorway and peek in to see if anyone's there, in the corner of the room there's a man putting bread away near the
fridge.
I scan the room thinking about how I can sneak in without getting caught. The counter blocks half the room from where he's standing in the back. I wait for his back to turn before quietly dashing behind the counter. When I do he turns back around to grab more bread. I wait until I hear his footsteps get farther away walking back to the fridge. I peek above the counter and grab a few sandwiches before he turns back around. Please don't look please don't look please don't- I repeat the same phrase over and over.
I slide back down hiding behind the counter as he comes back over. I alway knew it would end this in a stupid way. Just not super stupid. When I hear him walk away I look out into the hallway. I hear the fridge open and I take my leave. I rush down the hall with the sandwiches before he
notices that some are missing. I push open the closet door open and plop down in the middle of the floor with the sandwiches in my hands. I drop them on the ground and unwrap the plastic covering it and take big bites out of them.
When i'm done I hide the plastic wrap in my pocket and exit the closet acting normal.
ARI:
Once Jackson stopped pestering me about sneaking off. I went to the laundry room to wash bed sheets. As I was putting the white bedding into the machine Jackson
comes running in and whips open the door. I swing my head around alarmed. "Ari, they- sound the alarms. I'm gonna gather the rest of the crew." His voice twisting into worry. I pause a moment. "Is this about another intruder? We don't need alarms." I tell
him with attitude while turning back around to the machine. "Arden." His voice stern. I can feel his eyes on me. I look back at him. "Hurry up. It's them. It's- soliders" His voice harsh as he tosses me a pistol and leaves the room. I drop the sheets and move slowly at first until I get into the hallway and run
to the utility room. I slide across the floor loosing my balance and tripping. I push myself off the ground and shove the key into the lock. "Fuck!" I say as I realize this was the wrong key. I can never remember which key goes to which room. I try
another. "Shit, shit, shit." I look for another. I jam a key into the lock and it doesn't come out. My first instinct was to body slam the door. I ram my body full force at it until I hear something breaking. I slam myself into the door one last time and the door whips open. I stumble and smack my face on the marble floor. Blood trickles down
my face from my forehead. I pull myself up off the floor and slam the alarm button with my bloodied hand. It wails out in the hallway. My head throbs as I try and push
myself up to stand. I wobble using the walls as support. "Jackson!" I call out for help but no one answers. "Jack-" I slip off the wall and fall onto my side. I grunt and try pushing myself up but I keep slipping. I crawl on the cold hard floor across the Utility
Room. I drag myself out the room gun still in hand. from my left there's a snapping sound and a huge crash as the ceiling plummets down to the floor. I roll and drag myself out the way of falling wood. It catches fire. Flames engulf the home I thought was safe. My eyes and lungs burn in the smoke. I crawl across the floor to the cafeteria. "Jackson!" I scream but it sounds small.
I crawl into the cafeteria where it's dark and trashed. I hear another "bam!" From the hallway and the loud sound of the ceiling continuing to crash down to the floor. I
grunt and pull my self to the window. My vision is blotted in bright colors. I grab the rim of the window and try pulling myself up. I plop onto a chair. The fires getting closer to the cafeteria. I sit in the chair and throw a weak punch at the window. It barely cracks so I try again. It's getting hotter. "Jackson?... Jackson..." I sound desperate.
I need you. I need my brother. You said you'd always be there for me. So where are you now?
I give up and lean my body onto the cracked window. It shatters and I tumble down a hill hitting rocks and sticks that scratch my skin. I fall into a marsh. I fight to stay awake. "Help.. I mumble. "Help me.."
KYLO
Fire swallowed the whole exit area. The ceiling was falling down, and I dodged out of the way of falling planks and other wood. It was messy, with no order; no one knew what to do, and there was screaming everywhere. I saw the boy from earlier. He was
trapped in the storage room with a plank blocking the doorway.
I looked around for falling pieces of the ceiling and ran as fast as I possibly could to him. He was slamming his body against the door while I attempted to move the plank out of the way. He was swearing under his breath. I could leave—I should leave.
"Push!" I scream. "Push the door!"
He stops body-slamming it and starts full-force pushing the door. I kept pulling at the plank; I won't leave. Eventually, it started moving a bit. I kicked it as hard as I could, and it stumbled. He rammed himself into it again, and the plank fell to the ground. I
grabbed his wrist and ran with him as fast as my legs would carry me.
"Jump!" he said, and we jumped over pieces of the building. More ceiling fell, and he shoved me out of the way and dove forward. We landed on wood and rubble. He grabbed me again, and we ran towards a break in the wall. It was on the second floor, but he dove off the edge, pulling me with him. We tumbled into a patch of grass. I twisted my ankle and let out a small noise. He quickly came over and immediately helped me up. I could still feel the heat on my skin and hear the sounds of peoples lives falling apart again.
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