This is a totally new fanfic that is VERY loosely based on Uglies. This is set at the end of the Rusty era, just as/ after the oil disaster strikes. You may notice a familiar name or two regardless. ;)
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My father woke me up first.
"Get out of bed! Don't grab anything, just grab your mother and get out of the house!" I fell on the floor. Dad was still in his work uniform. He worked nights, which meant it was about four-thirty in the morning. I put on a white housecoat and looked at him. "What are you talking about? Where's mom?"
"In bed, now go wake her up and get out of the house. I'll meet you in the forest at the end of the road in five minutes. Now go!" For some reason, I didn't ask any more questions. He seemed frantic, which meant something was seriously wrong. I think the reason I was so afraid was dad's job. He worked for the military, but never really told me the specifics of his job. I don't think he was allowed. I pulled on my slippers and ran across the hall to my mom's room. Dad was on the phone, arguing with someone. I grabbed my mom. "Hey, get up," I whispered. Her eyes were open before I even began speaking. She was a really light sleeper. My dad's yelling became more fanatical, and my mom's eyes became almost as panicked as his were when he entered my room. "What's going on?" she said, rising and putting on a blue windbreaker. "We have to leave. Dad said to grab our shoes and go to the forest at the end of the road. He's meeting us there." She nodded, immediately sensing the alarm in my voice. She put on a pair of sneakers, and grabbed my arm. "Mom, I need to get something." I ran to my room, sifting through all the discarded school notes and clothing to find what I was looking for: my photo album. I heard my mom scream. "BACK DOOR, JESSE! NOW!" I swung my head around to my window, and saw two dark green armoured vans fly into our driveway. I heard them burst through the front door, and realised I was trapped. I went back to my parent's bedroom and opened the window. My mom was hiding against the back wall of our house, and looked up when I dropped the photo album down to her. "Jesse!" she whispered. I jumped; making sure my landing wasn't too loud. I grabbed the photo album, and my mom's arm, and began running toward the green mesh fence at the back of our yard. I was more fit than she was, and had to tug her along. My mom was thin, but fragile, while I was tougher, and more athletic. I jumped over the fence easily and helped my mom over. Our house backed onto a forest; the same one as the end of the road. We could easily loop around and meet dad within about five minutes. But why was I afraid of the armoured vans? Dad brought people home from work often, and I had never thought anything of it. But this was different, I could tell. They had driven up our driveway almost angrily. I had a feeling whatever was coming, was big. And we weren't supposed to know about it.
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We got to the end of the road, and sat about twenty feet into the forest. Waiting. One of the vans drove away, but one remained a little bit longer. Suddenly my face was against my mother's torso, and she was yelling at me. "Jesse, don't look up!" I closed my eyes as hard as I could, until my head hurt and my eyes watered. I heard yelling. "None of you are going to outlive this thing! We're all as good as dead, and it's all because the government thinks—" I heard a gunshot, and grabbed onto my mom. I wasn't going to think. I wasn't going to think about how that was my dad's voice. Or how I heard him kicking and fighting to try and get to us. Or how that gunshot had silenced him, how he was dead.
But I couldn't help it. I thought about everything, but one more thought crept into my mind.
We're all as good as dead.
What was coming? And could my mother and I get away from it, whatever it was?
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So... ^_^! Comment, tell me what you think! I don't know how long I'm going to work on this one, it all depends on how I feel it's going. :D
