Chapter 1
Brianna's POV
Hello I'm Brianna and I am one of the last teens in London and the teens I have seen are girls so Im not very lucky or have a hope of finding someone I like. It wasn't always like that though. I mean the amount of boys part. I've never been very good with them. I'm very short about 4'9 considering that I'm 17. I have tan skin and long hair that I always keep in a bun since I have no one to impress. I live with my father and help him with getting food and everything. But I'm ready to leave I just don't know how to tell him.
As I creep through the streets trying not to be seen. Someone seeing you around here can mean life or death. Just then I spot a whole box of canned goods in the backseat of a car someone left. Trying to flee the city no dough. I walk over a jiggle the handle. Locked. I take the baseball I have in my backpack and break the window. I look around making sure no one heard me. Just I look down and reach into the window a women pushes me out of the way cutting my arm on the glass.
The women was easily three times my size, but I was not about to let her take that food. It would last my father and I at least 2 weeks.
"I don't think so." I said trying to push her back.
"Oh please, what can you do to me?" She said as she grabbed the box
I grabed the bat off the ground "Beat the hell out of that's what."
She looked over and chuckled a little. She pulled out a butcher's knife that was hidden away in the bag she had.
Shit. I thought I couldn't back down now there were a couple watching now and word travels fast when it comes to defending things. So I made the first swing but she was faster. she cut my shoulder and I was down. The last thing I remember before blacking out was a slender blonde figure coming towards me