Washington D.C.
A pale brunette limped a fast a she possibly could down a deserted alley, dragging with her what most would consider a dead body. She knew he was alive though, despite the lack of breathing and trail of blood they were leaving behind them. She just hoped she could get him home before they realized he was gone.
New York City, New York
A tall sandy blonde about eighteen years old watched sadly from his apartment window as foreign troops marched up the streets, shooting anyone in sight. He dimly felt each death, almost like someone was throwing pebbles at him. He wasn't in any true pain, but already there was blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. Whatever he wasn't feeling now would be coming at him full force very soon.
Dover, Delaware
A young man with dust colored hair ran down a hallway of a collapsing building with two kids in his arms. He ignored his own difficulty breathing and the fact that most of his pain wasn't coming from the burning building he was in; all that matter was getting the kids to safety. One had passed out from the smoke, while the other was coughing horribly into his sleeve. As soon as they made it out the kids were swept away by their mother, who found he was already gone when she turned to thank him.
Boston, Massachusetts
A broad shouldered and dark haired teen about seventeen glared at the four armed soldiers who had burst into his room at five in the morning. Two of the men flinched and looked ready to run while the other two stood firm, despite having the same thoughts. Subduing this kid wouldn't be easy; especially since he'd made it clear he wasn't going down without a fight.
Providence, Rhode Island
A blonde twelve year old ran frantically, trying desperately to escape the soldiers chasing him. For the first time in his existence he wished that he was with one of his older siblings, even if it meant having "When is your voice going to change?" yelled at him. Taking a glance over his shoulder, he failed to notice a rock in his path until it was too late. He fell with a startle yelp, scraping up his hands and knees. Rather than getting up though, he lay there as the adrenaline left and the pain he hadn't noticed before set in. By the time the soldiers caught up with him, he was in too much of a pained haze to care.
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
An elegant strawberry blonde hoisted a backpack bag over her shoulder and took one last lingering look around her colonial home become opening the trapdoor into the root cellar and slipping in. Not long after she had closed and secured the hatch, her front door was broken down and she heard the thunder of booted feet as they searched for her. Working her way across the cellar, she came to another hatch that covered a dirt tunnel as old as her home itself. She followed it for several feet before opening the final hidden trapdoor into a Quaker cemetery a few blocks from her house. Stepping out, she took a deep breathe of the predawn air and apologized to the dead buried there before hurrying on her way.
Burlington, Vermont
A deadly pale eighteen year old with long black hair sat on a pew with a cross necklace clasped in her hands. Nearby a bishop watched her, wondering why she would be praying so fervently so early in the morning. He was also wondering how on earth she even got into the church in the first place, but he decided it best not to ask. She had been coming to that church much longer than he had been preaching, so chances were she knew how to get in without help.
The bishop's thoughts were interrupted when the doors to his church were thrown open so violently that the sound of them colliding with the stone walls echoed like thunder as soldiers in uniforms he didn't recognize burst in. The young woman stopped praying and whispered something under her breathe before standing up and asked the men if they would step out onto the street so that no blood would be shed in the house of the Lord.
Chesterton, New Hampshire
A short golden blonde slipped out of her dorm room and hurried down the hall. Only moments before the woman in charge of her floor had come by telling all of the girls to stay in their rooms, making this the perfect time for her to make her escape.
Once she got to the end of the hall, she turned the corner and immediately crashed into someone. There was a moment of pure terror before the newcomer breathlessly before he whispered, "Eve?"
Immediately relief filled her, "Timothy? What are you doing here?" she whispered back.
"Looking for you and Sarah. Have you seen her?"
"No, but we've got to get out of here. Do you have any wheels?"
"You know I do."
Acadia National Park, Maine
Dark brown hair blew around a young woman's head as she stood at the top of a cliff staring down at the churning ocean. To her left the sun barely began to peer over the ocean, illuminating her white nightgown and turning her hair gold. Behind her two men, one green eyed and one blue, skidded to a stop. While the blue eyed one desperately tried to catch his breath, green eyes tried to reason with her, all the while trying not to look at the white capped waves that crashed against the base of the cliffs. The girl turned around slowly to face him once he was about three feet from her and for a moment he celebrated. Then she smirked and spread her arms, rocking back onto her heels. Immediately he lurched forward, his fingers barely brushing against the white material before she disappeared off the cliff and into the unforgiving sea, leaving the two men empty handed and rather lost.
Richmond, Virginia
The sun was just beginning the rise in the sky as a young woman with curly golden blonde hair stood numbly on the side of the street next to dozens of others, watching soldiers in various uniforms march through her neighborhood. Those watching were mainly adults and teenagers, clad in pajamas with coats, blankets, and robes thrown over their shoulders as kids curiously peered out of their windows at the display of power.