Hello everyone :) I am a very big fan of the book the host of Stephenie meyer and I read a lot of fiction above. However I find there are very little that tells the story of other people than those in the book. I find it shame because the world creates by stephanie with this book opens many possibilities of stories. That's why I started this story.
But this is my first story. I am French so I apologize beforehand for possible errors or incomprehensions. Any correction from you would be of great help to me :). I hope you enjoy reading!
Disclaimer : the world, the universe that I use is obviously not mine, but the one created by Stephenie Meyer
Prologue
- We should not stay here, it's dangerous
- Yes, it is true, follow me
My sister and I run into a deserted city street. Fortunately it is not a very big city, otherwise we would have been caught her and me ...
In fact, this is the city where I grew up. Although it is dark and there was nobody out in this hour, I began to severely regret my idea to come here. This quiet death gives me a bad feeling. And I think my sister also feels it.
- It is not strange that it is so quiet? I mean, I know they are supposed to be "calm" and "peaceful" at any point but still! Exclaimed my sister
- Yes, in fact, it looks like the calm before the storm ...
I suddenly stopped in front of what I see. My impasse. The way to go home, or at least what it was before.
Disappeared.
Instead, there is an old dilapidated building that serves as barrier against the old entry from home. In fact it should no longer be my home. How could I have so stupid. As if enough for me to return to my hometown to go home to take some provisions and leave. As if they had left that to us.
I'm so naive.
They took away everything we had: our planet, our habits, our bodies ... And now the only thing left for me outside my sister, my past.
I feel anger rising in me while unintentionally, I enter in the building in front of me. My sister follows me, without asking any questions. I come out the gun in my pocket, ready to fire. I open the door, tip my viewfinder when suddenly I see them.
The bodies.
Placed on stretchers, a fine cut in their neck. There are hundreds. Whereas before this vision of horror terror seizes me, I can not help but pronounce the following words
- My god, we have entered into a center of insertion
Scarcely had I finished speaking these words, my sister exclaimed
- Let's go out, fast !
But we did not. Instead, we saw a "body" on a stretcher in front of us get up slowly. Then half-heartedly he whispered
- Please, help us...
At this point, I can not hear what he says. The only thing which me worried is his eyes. Because I do not see any trace of silver reflection that I see since the invasion in the eyes of all. Not what I see, they are quite normal eyes, but a little dilated.
Human eyes.
So instinctively I approach him, he holds out his hand, and without thinking, I take it.
Then an alarm resonates. And the nightmare begins.