Things like this have been done before but I really wanted to do this. A bit of a slow first chapter.

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October the 14th 2007 I remember that day well. To well actually, I have nightmares about that day. I don't think there's anyone alive that doesn't though. What happened will be remembered with fear and horror, a great evil that will rival the events at Hiroshima, the events of World War Two and possibly even the Holocaust. That was the day, when everything changed.
I got off the bus quickly, not wanting to stay with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol a minute longer than necessary. I looked around; the streets of Stockport were busy. Thriving with life, people smoking, walking children, eating food. All the normal things you'd expect. I breathed in deeply, to get rid off the stench from the bus.

I walked along a crowded street, avoiding the uncaring side walkers. I just turned sixteen and a few weeks ago I'd finished my exams. I was done with school for now. I wont lie and say I wasn't worried about the results but I was quietly confident. Looking to the side I saw a big shop window. A figure was staring at me. I smiled realizing it was me.

I looked at myself; I'm about average height for my age. My dirty blonde hair was gelled into an unruly mess of spikes. My skin is quite pale, that's what you get in England though.

I looked at my face, my bright blue eyes staring back at me. My Dad says I'm built like a rugby player, which isn't completely wrong. I have broad shoulders but I'm not made of muscle. I'm actually a little overweight; it's just that it doesn't show much with my height and width. So there you go, I'm not gods gift to women, and I've never thought I was.

I moved away from the window to avoid more of my self-monologue. I noticed a lot of people were crowded around a T.V shops window. I moved closer. That's another thing about me, I hate not knowing what's going on. As I moved closer I heard a voice rising above the murmur of the crowd. They must have set up speakers or something.

" Greetings people of the world. I am the Director of Itex. Does that name sound familiar? It should. Itex most likely touches every aspect of your lives. The companies you work for probably work for Itex. Your technologies were most likely made by Itex. Your Governments are hand in hand with Itex." It was a strong female voice speaking. It sounded like a rally.

Come to think of it I had heard of Itex not from any of those things but on a website. It was some guy's crackpot blog. He claimed to be a mutant made by Itex or something. He claims that Itex want to take over the world. My friend showed me that. I told him it was a load of bull.

" The world is dying. Pollution is destroying all things good in the world. But it is not just gas pollution. It is humans as well. You are all imperfect. You are disgusting. You are weak. Your morals are weak. You have little intelligence. And in the new world I have envisioned only the strong and smart will survive. So all of you have no place in my new world."

Ok so maybe this guy's crackpot blog was right. What the hell was she talking about though? How was she going to kill all the weak people in the world? It's impossible. Anyway the army and the governments would stop her if she tried. Wouldn't they?

Everyone was getting edgy around me. This had to be a hoax of some sort. I walked away from the scene. I walked around a corner to see a large group of soldiers standing at attention. They were wearing a grey urban camouflage. Ok I'm getting a really bad feeling about this. There must have been about fifty of them. Oddly they all had blank expressions on their faces. At the head of the group was a man in the same uniform but he looked normal, he was smoking a cigarette.

No one seemed to be bothered by them, maybe they were practice marching. I walked a little closer and picked a newspaper off of a stall. Pretending to read it I listened to see if the man was saying anything. He picked up a radio.

" So this city has been slated for destruction? Ok as long as these men you gave me are up to it. Damn Gene-Soldiers they don't have minds of their own. No I'm not questioning the Director its just…. Oh Erasers and Hunters? Yes I'm not a simpleton. Kill anyone we see. Its not rocket science."

I froze; the city was going to be destroyed?

He carried on. " Just the people in our area, yes I know. What about the other parts of the city? You're going to bombard them? Uh huh. What about Nukes? No I guess this place isn't worth it. Ok so at 18:00 hours." He put the radio down and looked at his watch.

I looked at my watch, it was 17:58. My breath caught in my throat. I threw the paper to the floor and walked away as fast as I could. Suddenly I heard an engine roar. I looked up to see a pair of jets fly overhead. I followed their path until they disappeared into the sky. I then heard a loud bang that steadily got louder.

At the point the planes disappeared there was a bright orange flash and then a big cloud of dust and debris flew into the air. They'd started. People were pointing and screaming. Suddenly the sound of marching invaded my ears.

Without thinking I ran as fast as I could. I heard a sharp yell and then a volley of gunshots. This was followed by screams. I turned around slightly to see what was happening.

The pavement was littered with dead bodies and the bodies of the dying. One of the soldiers was holding a long tube, he brought it up to his shoulder. I started running again, people were in panic and running in all directions.

There was a deafening explosion coming from my right. The building there had a large gaping hole in it. Rubble was falling freely. The building seemed to groan. This was followed by loud cracks, a large section of the building slowly toppled to the side. It appeared to move in slow motion. People beneath it were frozen by fear.

I turned away from the travesty. I really didn't want to see what happened. I heard a final crash and everything was silent for a moment. Then shouting and screaming filled the silence.

I carried on running, but I couldn't go on for much longer. I can sprint but I wasn't built for running. I really needed to find somewhere to hide.

I've been on the run for hours, hiding in alleys anywhere I can. I'm so tired, I cant run for much longer. The soldiers have been systematically working their way through streets killing everyone. It makes you wonder. Where the hell is our army! I have no idea how they haven't found me. I look at my watch its 21:00.

It's starting to get dark. Houses have been broken into and blood is staining the streets. I looked around, there was a house with its door open and a body in the doorway. If they've been in this house they probably wont be going back.

I carefully stepped over the body. I picked up a bit of info on the soldiers as well. It seems that a few normal people lead a group of about fifty men or what seem to be called Gene-Soldiers. The Gene-Soldiers don't have minds of their own and just do as their told.

I walked into the house slowly. The lights were off. I walked in to the kitchen. I heard a clanging noise. I turned around swiftly. Behind me was a man; he was wearing the grey uniform of the soldiers. He had an armful of silverware. Probably looting it. I assume then he's a normal man. His rifle was on the table beside me. He knew this as well. Before he could move I grabbed the rifle and brought the butt up to my shoulder.

I'd fired a gun before, when I went clay pigeon shooting. I pulled the trigger back and braced myself. The gun kicked back in my grasp, smashing against my shoulder. The man's head snapped backwards, a spray of blood leaving his skull. He slumped to the floor and the silverware came crashing down.

I looked down at what I'd done. Suddenly I felt weak and was shivering. I threw up on the floor. I walked into a different room. I'd killed someone; I couldn't believe I'd pulled the trigger. But he would have killed me. A thought came into my head.

I forced myself to walk over to his body. I rummaged through pockets for anything useful. He had a knife and a ration pack. It was better than nothing I guess. Still shivering I walked upstairs. I sat down in a hallway; there was a broken window there so I could see anything coming.

I don't know how long I sat there; I'd eaten the ration pack though. Then I heard voices.

" Do you know when the Erasers are coming?" A male voice asked

" We are the Erasers" Another voice said, a sweet musical voice. I could practically hear his smile.

Then I heard a low growl, then barks and louder growls. It sounded like they were releasing a pack of wolves.

Then a loud rough voice rose up. "The hunts on boys!"

More loud roars and howls came from the darkness. I hid in the house. Trying to block out the baying and howls from what sounded like the hounds of hell

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