If You're Reading This
Miles Hartman
Chapter one
The girl who lived: Percy
My name is Annabeth Chase. I am 21 years old. I have survived and endured the many bombings that have plagued this world. I found this old typewriter in a abandoned antique shop. That is pretty much how most of the buildings are today. Abandoned. Ruined. Crumbling. Non-existent. If you're reading this, you would know that already. You'll know that because you are a human. Because you are real. If you're reading this, it means I am not alone. I am not the only one out there. If you're reading this, go to the ASPCA ruins and knock six times, so I know you have read this. If you hear a dog bark you will know I am there. Then, come around back to the last old kennel, and I will be there.
To whomever is reading this,
Annabeth Chase
Percy looked up from the old typewriter. He and this Annabeth girl had a lot in common. They both had survived the bombings and and lived to see the next few years. Currently it was 2018. The last bombing had been in 2015. It was such advanced technology, the terrorists couldn't control it. The bomb went insane and instead of splitting one atom in the upper sky, one atom in the lower sky, and one on the Earth's surface, they all blew up when it hit the ground. Percy thought he was the only survivor, but that was obviously not so. Unless the letter was written before the bomb. Percy shook that thought out of his mind. There was no way someone could write something so accurate to the future. The letter had to be real. He had to find Annabeth. His sea green eyes filled with determination, he set out into the evening light to find the girl who lived