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"You watch those survival shows, right, I did. You know which ones I'm talking about. The ones were you think the person cannot get any more stupid even if they tried. I would watch and laugh at those people. I would think if those people were actually put in that type of situation instead of make believe bullshit on TV they would fail, they would die. Then I thought if I was in there place I would win, I would survive. Now that I think about it that is probably the reason I ended up here in this horrid place, because of my narcissism."

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Chapter 1

    Gasping, I struggled up, the room spinning. My eyes stung and watered as they adjusted to the bright blinding light of fluorescent room. I could smell chloroform. Gagging I held my hand to my mouth try to stop my gag reflex but it was too late, covered in last meal was my hand.  Chloroform had such a disgusting pungent sweet smell. Shaking my hand I looked around the room. Metal walls, floor, ceiling, a couple of metal benches, and one metal door but that wasn't the worst part. What worried me the most was roughly around two hundred girls around my age were in this tiny silver room with me. 

 

I could feel there body heat, hear each voice as he talked and screamed. Confused and afraid, they didn't know what was happening; neither did I but I was going to find out. Some wear still passed out and sleeping, while others were awake or beginning to wake. The ones that were conscious had one thing in common; there fighting. Some girls fought over boxes which I correctly guessed as rations. They argued about how much one person could have and how to divide them up equally. Others were trying to beat the door down. Going over and over about strategies but that wouldn't work. The door was made with steel and some other metal I didn't know. If the door was made to hold people in, then maybe the Jaws of Life wouldn't work on them.

 

    Now a couple of girls stood out to me. One was a tall blonde who was cliché as they came with her big breast and cheerleader uniform. She stood upon of the benches screaming at people and the only thing I thought was “Bitch." She yelled at people to follow her, to listen to her and they did. To her right was another blond cheerleader in pigtails with bigger breast, almost like a clone. She on the other hand was crying. She coward behind her “Leader" as you would put it. In front of her on the other bench was an even taller woman with Spiky short fiery red hair. She had piercings and tattoos all of her body but one stood out.  I could see on the right side of her neck traveling down to her shoulder-blade, and wrapping its way around her bicep, forearm and then wrist. It was a beautiful design of a dragon with black, red, and white crosses and flowers circling around it. I felt raw power coming off from her, you knew she was strong, her presence blazed saying,

 

“Animal."  I knew instantly that I wanted her to be on my side. When the time came I could use her. I watched as she aggressively yelled at people to shut up and listen to her. This didn't help her case at all. Next to her was a girl with long black hair and glasses. She held a laptop open staring at the screen, the girl with the spiked hair turned and said something to her but it was a whisper. I believe that these two are friends, I didn't want to assume but the girl with glasses looked smart and if she was friends with red head I knew I could use her too. Though I couldn't read her, her face showed no emotion. All I could gather was both sides as you could put it were trying to "recruit" people.

 

    Many girls came up to me asking if I was ok, if I needed anything, and if I would like to join their group to help them. I nodded yes I shook my head no. My neck almost began to stiffen from all the movement. It started to become a hassle that I just left them there and didn't say anything, leaving them where they stood. They all looked the same, pathetic and whiny. I didn't bother to learn their names either, they were quite annoying. They were all too busy with “pressing" matters they forgot to ask the main questions.

 

“What the hell happened to us?” I heard no one ask, “where are we?" “Who did this to us?" No it was “who’s more popular."

 

What I did notice was some of the girls wore uniforms from a private school near my apartment.  I figured then that all the girls in this room lived in the same community. Went to the schools around where I lived and knew one another in some way.  I didn't go to school; I dropped out when I was fourteen for some circumstances. 

 

    All of a sudden a loud noise came out of no were. It was like it was everywhere, it sounded like the static of a TV. It silenced every one, we dropped to our knees covering our ears in tell it turned off. There was a buzzing and then a click followed by a man or a woman’s beginning to talk.

 

The room started to panic but the sound came back silencing everyone again. The voice began to speak again, it voice filled with malice and anger.

 

“Listen carefully, do not speak a word or you will hear that lovely sound again. You are all probably wondering why you're here right. So let me tell you." I glared around me aiming for the invisible voice trying to figure out who it could be.

 

"Humans are greedy, selfish, vindictive, ugly, unholy, and unfair creatures. Humans are monsters who don't care about anyone else but themselves and their own survival. Humans think that they're better than others, animals, plants, rocks, the god or gods that your worship and even the sky. Well at least you all do." we held our breaths, sweat dripping from our brows as the air around us turned deadly quit.

 

“You think you're faster, stronger, and smarter than others. You laugh at those shows saying “we could do better." So here's your chance to prove it, to show that you are better." The voice cracked with rage.

 

“Your first goal is to figure out the lock combination. If you do that you will be free. In an hour if you haven't gotten the door opened by then you will face consequences." with that the voice was gown and everyone began panicking. The room grew terrified, people began to run to the door beating and banging. Pushing and hitting people to get out. Girls getting trampled, even I got a few elbows in the rib cage. The voice was right, people only cared about themselves. I picked up a girl lying on the ground, her hand an unrecognizable crumbled mess. I tried to help but she ran away screaming. I felt bad I knew if she didn't get help with her hand it would get infected and she would lose it.  Next I went to another girl on the ground. I helped her up and let her go to move out-of-the-way when a herd of people came running, arguing. This mass panic was getting no one anywhere.

 

    I was about to say something when a girl with short choppy brown hair in a green jumpsuit that matched her green eyes blew a whistle, getting everyone's attention.

 

“You all need to calm down. We have to stay Strong ok. We have to work together." As she talked people began to calm down and listen.

 

“We as a group need to establish some type of plan. So if you could nicely come over here and have a seat we will tell you about the plan we thought of." I followed as they walked over and began to sit down. She turned around our eyes meeting. she smiled at me then went and sat down next to laptop girl.

 

“So -" the cliché blonde coughed interrupting whistle girl. Walking in front of her she spoke,

 

“Now now Michelle why would anyone listen to you. You’re not a leader unlike me whose head cheerleader,” I held back a laugh. "Wow I thought, did she get that line out of a movie."

 

“I am though the student body president Alicia!" I am in charge of all the students in the school." Michelle snapped at the bitch Alicia.

 

"Yes but were not in school so you have no real authority." she snickered. “Neither do you then I thought.”

 

Most of the girls nodded and began walking to the other side of the room with Alicia. This was pointless we needed to find a way to open the door not play who's the best “hero." I turned letting my eyes wander over the locked door. It was a simple number lock, like the ones you find on old suitcases. Get the right combo and you were free. Tricky but not impossible. 

 

    All the thinking made my stomach growl so I headed for the rations. I made my way slowly toward the boxes. I went to get a health bar and water, which was the only thing they had in them, when a big muscular girl had stopped me.

 

“Alicia doesn't want anyone touching the food." if I didn't know better I would have thought the person in front of me was a man. I pulled my hand back.

 

“Move" I said mono toned. I knew I wasn't Strong enough to take her but I was smart enough to outsmart her, I had to think of a plan. My mind raced with thousands of possibilities to take down this brute. Thinking about how to get out of this. I felt a hand behind me land on my shoulder.

 

“Abby Alicia wants you." turning I saw it was Michelle. Abby left with a grunt, stomping away.

 

“Here" Michelle offered me a bar and water. I guessed she nicked them while Abby wasn't paying attention.

 

“I didn't know student body presidents had a habit of stilling supplies." I smirked

 

“Well like Alicia said this isn't school, we have to survive anyway we know how." I nodded about to leave again but she stopped me.

 

“I saw you thinking. You were about to saying something before I stopped it ?"  I nodded again letting her speak.

 

“I think you would be a good member of my team, we would benefit from your help." I shook my head, she was right but I wasn't going to let her know that. I didn't trust her.

 

“I can't I'm sorry but I can't, you wouldn't want me on a team, I don't play well with others." I turned but she stepped in front of me.

 

“Maybe so but we need to work together to survive, you know that, I know you know that." I thought for a second, I wouldn't like this. Like the voice said people were greedy and they were very complicated. I have no doubt that some of the girls would stab me in the back if they had to. To kill me for a little comfort. I also knew that Michelle was right and that I would also stab anyone in the back in they got in my way of surviving.

 

”Fine," grabbing my hand she dragged me to the others.

 

“Everyone this is...,"

 

“Dean" I replayed dryly.

 

(Survivors 200) 

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J. J. Crown

This is a great concept! Definitely some potential with this work. One piece of advice I can share is to be careful with your editing (or better yet, hire an editor). The second paragraph of this chapter, for example, misuses the word "there" when it should be "their". Also, the phrase "covered in last meal was my hand," is awkward and difficult to follow. A simple "my hand was covered in my last meal" flows more naturally. While these are only minor tweaks, I feel that it should help the reader become more absorbed in the work and fully enjoy the creativity of this story.

Overall, great job!

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Thank you for your comment. Thank you for pointing out some errors, Right know I am collecting all of the items I need to edit and I will edit them some time later. I have a habit of editing while writing because of my OCD but my teachers always told me not to because it will halt creative thinking. So for right know I am just trying to get the chapters out as best written as I can and in the future I will hire a an editor. Thank you again and thank you for reading my book. I hope you will continue reading. :D

Chapter 2

    Michelle went round and introduced everyone. The red head was Scarlet, the laptop girl was Samantha. “Queen Bitch," as Scarlet called Alicia, mini clone sidekick was Sarah. There was also two other girls in the group Jesse and Lauren. Both sister and Lauren was the youngest. I looked at the younger sister Lauren, she didn't look so good, she avoided every ones eyes, and her skin looker clammy. As we sat, we discussed what we could do, Samantha went first,

 

“There are a hundred possibilities but we can narrow it down. He wants to know exactly what date and hour it..."

 

“How can you tell " I interrupted her, she looked at me peeved, 

 

“Well you see he said we have an hour, right. And I took a class on time management. “I raised an eyebrow. That didn't answer my question. "Was there such a class called time management?"

 

“Anyways," she continued. "If you look at the slots you can see that the first couple of slots are two, two, and four. This could mean the date, the month, and the year. So since we couldn't have been asleep for a year we can assume it still two thousand and eighteen." We nodded our heads agreeing as she continued.

 

“We can also assume that it's still the same month of April. That means we need to just figure out the date and time."

 

    Michelle said she had afternoon practice on Tuesday the twenty fourth, that's when she was abducted. I was also abducted Tuesday. One of the girls who walked by us said she was abducted Wednesday.  There was also another girl who said she was taken Mondays. So in the span of three days roughly two hundred girls got kidnapped. We were not dealing with one person. We were dealing with a whole group of people but I didn't say that to the others. I needed them to focus not be scared.

 

    So we all agreed skeptically that it was Thursday the twenty sixth because no one had been abducted that day.

 

“And how do you plan to figure out the time?" Michelle asked. Samantha smiled at Scarlet; it was her turn to talk.

 

“Well we were confused at first. So you have three numbers for time, the hour and the minutes on a clock. So there should have been three slots after the eight slots but there are four. ”I titled my head to the side; Scarlet had a slight country accent. I listened to her as I wondered where she could have gotten it from.

 

 

“So I figured were not dealing with regular time but military time!" My ears perked up,

 

 

“Military time?" Jesse asked.

 

“Ya, my dad was in the military and he taught me everything he knew." I wondered, were we dealing with the military. No... Why would the military capture a bunch of girls, if it wasn't the military it was someone or some group that was connected to the military or had military experience.

 

“So how do we figure out the time?" Lauren coughed, “So its military time but there is no ways of knowing what time it is right know?"

 

“Ya there are no windows. We can’t tell if its night or day." Jesse spoke after her sister; she stood up walking over to her sister and placing a reassuring hand on her back. Scarlet smiled big, 

 

“Sam has her computer," We all looked at Samantha typing away on her keyboard.

 

“Though there is no internet or wifi, she has these apps on her computer that she can use without wifi or internet." I took a closer look at her laptop. It was pretty high tech, military almost. It was banged and looked like it was taken in apart and put back together again by hand. 

 

“Scarlet’s father gave it to me for Christmas last year, when I stayed at their place for a bit. I revamped it and added a couple of new features. Makes it easier to use," Samantha said in a nonchalant way.

 

“Oh I remember." Michelle began, "That’s when my parents left me with Aunt Judy and we stuck out and drank hot chocolate, and Scar broke her arm jumping of the monkey bars at the play ground because she was dared by your brot... I mean she just broke her arm right?” Everyone was silent again.  Scarlet and Samantha both nodded. So Scarlet, Samantha, and Michelle were best friends and Samantha had a brother. I was learning so many different things about their past. I just hoped that they didn't ask me about mine. 

 

Jesse began tapping her foot “That still doesn't tell us how a simple or "revamped" computer is going to help us."

 

“Like Scarlet said, my computer has certain function on it. This is a one point six GHz processor, and one point two GB ram. You don't know what that all that means but it means it’s a really good computer. Not only that I fixed it to hold ten times as much data and giga bites than normal. That means it’s a fucking good computer. So while we have been talking a program has been running to determine what the hour is. I mean you could have done it by pen a paper but we have neither plus that would have been a waste of time. So you’re welcome and the time is two fifty four pm. Scarlet?"

 

“We know he wants us to put the hour because of the slots and I don't think it matters which hour but only that its correct and right. So it’s fifteen hundred. Well it will be once we wait five minutes. All we have to do it put the month, date, and year plus the time and were free. "She explained. We all sighed, feeling a rush of relief just three more minutes and we were out of here.

 

    “Your time is up." his voice, at least i think it was a he popped into his mic.

 

“That wasn't an hour!" many screamed.

 

“I told you, there were repercussion." he said, smoke started to fill the room. People started choking and coughing as Michelle ran to the steel door typing in the lock combo but she had to wait three more minutes before typing in the last part. No one knew what would happen if we got the combo wrong.

 

I watched as chaos erupted. Chaos was all there was, everyone ran forgetting each other, and only their own survival was their priority.  Like animals ripping each other apart. I held my hoddies sleeve over my mouth. I needed to get to the door but there were so many girls in front of me. I felt bad tripping over some of the girls who had passed out form the gas. All I thought was I needed to get to the door. I knew that the others needed me. They would be crazy not to, I had to survive because if I didn't they didn't stand a chance. 

 

“They need me, they need me.... they need me." I kept chanting in my mind. That’s right they did need me.

 

    I watched as Michelle got hit in the back with an elbow by a girl. She fell unconscious no one cared that she was there. They stepped on her, trying to move her away with their feet. Scarlet and Samantha ran to help her. Samantha put in the last combination as Scarlet picked Michelle bridal style and carried her put as the door swung open, fresh air filed the room. It helped a little. As the number dwindle form the one I got closer and closer to the door. I saw some girls grab the rations, I even saw Abby pick up the couple of girls that were passed out and carry them to safety. I looked behind me, to see if anyone was still there. Only two girls were left; Jesse sat next to her sister who lay on the ground near the bench.

 

“Please Lauren please don't die," Jessie said while holding, clinging to her sister. The sister had been trampled by the crowd but there was something off. She looked even sicker than before and not because of the gas. I hated to think this but this isn't for the weak, its survival of the fittest. The weak would die and the strong would live and as I looked at the two against my better judgment with my sleeve still over my mouth I ran towards them.

 

“Jessie give me your hand let's go, She's already gone." The smoke-filled the room and began wrapping its way around us. I felt my throat close up, I wanted to cough but I didn't or risk inhaling the poison.

 

 

    “Jesse! Let’s go" She looked up, shaking her head with tears streaming down her face.

 

“I can’t, she can’t move her illness won’t allow it."  Illness I thought, I knew she looked sick but, 

 

“What illness? Jesse! Come on." She looked to me fear in her eyes. Like she was too scared to say something but wanted to. Looking back and forth to the door and the two girls I pleaded to Jessie to take my hand offering one more time. Jesse got this determined look replacing the fear I saw in her eyes,

 

“The illness they gave her." they, the people who put us here, my head began to spin, to swirl, a didn't know if the pain in my temple was because of the unanswered question or because of the gas getting into my nervous system.

 

“It wasn't supposed to be like this, no one was supposed to get hurt, let alone kidnapped. They lied to us. It was just a job. They said that if Lauren and I helped out with the experiment they would fix what they did to her!" She screamed as if trying to make me understand what she was saying.

 

“What did they do to her Jesse, what did they do?" She stroked her sister hair, Lauren's eyes rolled back and I could she her chest began to stop moving.

 

“They said that they could fix her, cure her of her sickness but they lied. They just made her worse. It’s only her and me. No one else, our parents died in a fire because of a car crash but I think they might have had something to do with it. I think they might have given her, her illness too. I mean our parent worked for them since before we were born. I thought I could trust them, trust him. So when she didn't get better after the surgery but worse they told me that all I needed to do was pretend. To follow their orders and they would fix their mistake. To really cure her but it was all lies. I am so so sorry Dean." They had tricked her. Who the hell were these people? Who is this “he” she was talking about? Cure illnesses, experiments, and cover ups. I still couldn’t wrap my head around it all and my body felt heavy. My stomach launched and I felt my arm covering my mouth start to fall to my side. I looked at her our eyes meeting. I needed her alive to ask her more question,

 

“Jesse?"

 

Eyes still on mine and filled with tears She shook her head no.

 

    I ran, leaving them there. Jessie didn't want to leave her sister and I knew I wouldn't be able to convince her to go. It was useless my only option was to leave them.  I wasn't going to die for the stupidity. As the smoke pulled them away I couldn't see them anymore the smoke stung and watered my eyes. As I burst throw the doors choking on my own spit. I ran my tongue over my lips they were cracked. My mouth felt dry and my eyes stung like pepper spray had hit them.

 

    I closed the door behind me, inhaling and blinking, inhaling and blinking again trying to see around me. I felt the cold stone floor and knew we were not free. I guessed as much would happen but what awaited us I didn't expect. As my vision cleared I saw what everyone else saw. No one spoke, the people in front of me backed up to the door pushing me further to the front allowing me to get a better few. There in front of me was not our captor or our freedom there was us and me.

 

“Who the hell are you?" The boy yelled.

 

(2 Expired)

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