Chapter 1

Emberly Atlas POV – 1940, Age: 16.

Naomi and I have been best friends since our first day of primary school in the countryside located in Victoria, Australia. There is only one primary school and one high school in our town. Fifty kids in primary school and only twenty-three in high school.

We are strolling down the street in men's clothes that we bought at the store since we despised dresses and skirts, we are having a great time just chatting when we realised cars were zooming by. We ignored it and kept walking until a car pulled up next to us, a man put his window down.

'What are you two doing?! Didn't you hear the news? We're under attack!'

'From who?'

'Nobody knows except that they are strong and deadly! Sprint back home to your families?!' I sprint back home and find that father had already ditched home, of course a bitch like that wouldn't wait for his daughter. I run inside and start gathering things, food, water, etc. I found my favourite book and packed it, I found a photo of me and my mother on my second birthday. BANG!!!

I freeze for a moment; I zip up my bag and dash out the door into a forest that was close to my home.

While I'm running, I trip on an enormous rock that stuck out of the ground. Pain sears through my right arm as I land on it when I hit the ground.

'SHIT!' I yell, I look at my arm which nearly cause me to vomit. My right hand was twisted terribly, my shattered bone was sticking out of my elbow and my right shoulder was dislocated.

I hear footsteps coming, I attempt to stand but fail as everything becomes blurry and I go lightheaded. I see a figure kneeling in front of me before everything goes black.

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My eyes slowly open and I could feel myself wearing a mask, my vision became clear and I looked around. Grey and metal like, I look to my right and-

'Shit!! Where's my arm?!' I attempt to say but it was muffled by the mask, I begin to panic as my breathing increases. Two surgeons turn around and open their eyes widely, one rushes over to me.

'Shhhhhh. It's okay, you'll be fine.' The surgeon says gently, my eyes begin to tear up.

'What happened?' I mutter with fear, they take their bloody glove off and run their clean hands through my blond hair, trying to calm me down.

'Everything's okay.' Something plunges into my neck and everything goes black again.