It's here, kiddos! For NaNoWriMo 2013, I'm finally polishing off and posting the much-awaited sequel to 18 Seconds to Make Old Things New Again! If you haven't read that story, or the other pieces in the Survival series, I'd suggest a quick pop back to read those - certain parts of this story will make very little sense if you have not. You're fine to read this prelude, though... the drama/action/jiggery-pokery begins tomorrow!
The current plan is to complete and post a chapter per day. Can I keep it up? Give me reviews and keep me motivated - I'ma need it.
Maybe Too Soon
Prelude
The young man ran through the trees, lank blonde hair whipping around his face as he fled in terror. "Not me, not me," he panted out, breath panicked. Trees were passed in a blur, branches catching and tearing at his jeans and t-shirt. He paid the scratches no heed as he pushed forward, hoping to escape his pursuer.
"Please, don't! I'm just a kid!" He cried out, hoping that the man chasing him would leave him alone. He's only taken the adults, the teen's thoughts raced, he can't want me. I can't be old enough for whatever he wants from us.
The boy twisted his ankle and fell roughly to the ground, knocking the breath from his lungs. He gasped and turned over, scrambling backwards using his hands until he backed into a tree. The figure pursuing him loomed over him, silhouetted by the later afternoon light.
"Please, no," The boy pleaded with tears beginning to stream down his cheeks. "NOO-"
His cries are cut off in a flash of blue light.