So this is based on a character I ended up drawing a few nights ago, and I decided I'd write out her story...so yeah. This is my first story, so be nice? :3
Disclaimer: I don't anything, besides Summer.

I glared at the clear sky.

Though it was evening, there was no breeze at all in the dry Californian desert.

Maybe I'll get lucky, and someone will find me.

I shook my head miserably, knowing I still probably had a long ways to go before I found where I was looking for.

Just a few hours before, I'd snuck out of the Better Living Industries.

I'll explain.

BL/ind was founded after the destruction of 2012. Maybe you remember there were numerous theories before 2012 on exactly how the world would end; the solar flare theory, the exploding star Betergeuse, and the most popular, Noah's Ark Part II; well, none of them happened. Rather, there were explosions that went off around each country, province, and state around the world. By then, every scientist that lived through the destruction was 'executed', so when BL/ind had come out and said that the explosions were caused by the shift of poles, and the almost-complete-destruction-of the ozone layer…well, it's not like anyone could disprove it. The explosions that went off were a devastating loss to the human race; an estimated 3 million people were left on Earth, and months later, only 1.5 million, due to exposure to nuclear properties…which were supposedly 'unexplainable'. Hah, right.

So, after all of the devastation died down, the rest of the people left of Earth were invited to come live in California-or, atleast, what used to be California-at BL/ind living quarters.

That's where I get lost.

I don't remember how I got there.

Yeah, sure, I know a few things, like my family and I are originally Canadians, and I was fourteen when we got to BL/ind…but I don't remember how we even got there.

So, anyways. Rumours were going around that there were a group of people in the desert who were rebelling against BL/ind…and, well, they sounded badass. There was some sort of name everyone called them, Joykillers or whatever-the-fuck. To be honest, I didn't really care what they called themselves. I'd already been figuring out how to leave for weeks, and today, I thought I would make it reality. I would figure out the rest after I left Better Living. I'd originally planned that my brother would come with me, but I was shocked this morning when I told him that we were leaving today, he'd said no. The look he gave me-it was as if we weren't brother and sister anymore. Like he was planning my funeral already. Not saying goodbye-more like good riddance. I figured there was no point in telling my parents-I'd probably just get the same reaction, or worse.

So I set out at exactly 12:12 pm-when everyone would home for lunch. At first, it was all running smoothly-I managed to sneak past the main living quarters without getting any suspicious glares, but as I was nearing the edge of the town, I noticed that these guys in all white with masks were following me. So, trying not to panic, I non-chalantly turned in the opposite direction, as if I were coming back into town. As soon as the freaks with the masks relaxed and looked away, I turned and ran like a bat out of hell. I was okay for a couple of seconds-until I heard weird blasts going off. When I glanced back, I saw that the freaks had guns on them-how fucking great-and I ran faster, all the while trying to dodge the beams that were shooting towards me. Eventually, the blasts died down, and I realized they'd stopped following me. But, not wanting to risk them catching up, I ran and ran, until my legs gave out, and I totally collapsed in the middle of nowhere.

And here I am, I thought bitterly. Without food. Or anything to drink…in the middle of nowhere. Suddenly, my eyes became heavy, and I could slowly feel my body relaxing, but I forced myself to get up, knowing that laying in the middle of the desert probably wouldn't be a good idea, in case those freaks came back and decided they wouldn't mind running over me with their car. I walked for half a mile, before finding an oddly shaped tree with rickety branches. I collapsed beside it, and laid my head down on the trunk of the tree, ready to fall asleep…

I shut my eyes, and tried to remember my life before…but it was so confusing. Like a montage, there were words and flashes of my old life just before the destruction of 2012. The one thing that I was sure of was that I was Canadian. Sometimes, I had flashes of me and my parents, sitting outside on their deck, listening to old music…my brother teaching me guitar…me singing my favourite song at a festival-the name was at the tip of my tongue-and triumphantly getting first place. I hit my head against the hot sand, feeling so hopeless. I knew it must have been the drugs I'd been taking since we got to the living quarters that was making me forget my life, but it still felt like my fault for never noticing before. It must've been years now since we first got to California…how did they get to California in the first place? How long has it been? What year is it?

Who am I?

"Hello?…are you okay?"

WHO WILL IT BE?
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