It is the year 3041, the world's population has dwindled rapidly and the human race has evolved into a group bloodthirsty savages. They roam the lands in search of a flesh to devour, a soul to kill. The planet has been like this for quite some time now. Shrubs and savannah grow upon the lands where tall buildings and skyscrapers once stood. I live in what was once known was Western Australia. Long ago, Western Australia used to be a state part of the country Australia. However now ever since the Slaying, it has become country of its own, isolated by high, towering barbed wired fences. My name is Blaire and my purpose in life is to basically survive the wrath of the Facsimiles. The Facsimiles are a group of robots that look JUST LIKE ME. They were replicas of me-thus their names. Their soul aim is to find, capture and destroy me. I don't know why they are after my and I don't know what did to cause this. But if I don't find out soon, I'll end up like everyone else who has Facsimiles after them. Dead.
"Hurry up Blair," Callum weaved his way through the field of dry, orange grass. The sun was scorching hot and all we had to quench our thirst was a one litre flask between the two of us.
"Okay I'm hurrying, but I don't think we have any more of them on our trail," I answered, staring at the stray brown curls that framed the back of his head. Hee continued to weave through the shoulder length grassland that surrounded us and I followed swiftly had just dismantled a Facsimile and were making our way towards the fence. The fence was supposed the boundardy separating our isolated boundary from the Labs. The Labs were where all the survivours of the Slayings were meant to be.
"You never know. Those things are programmed to be more silent than death, more deadly than the grim reaper." He turned around to face me and smiled firmly. "Be careful."
Running up next to him I heard the electric hum of a hovercrafter up ahead of us. The two of us snapped our heads towards the sky as more robots emurged from the bottom of the aircraft.
" Crap. They're dumping more Fascimilies, you ready to slay some robots?"
I started gave him a sideways glance and square my shoulders, "What choice do we have? It's either they kill us or we kill them. Let's go."
Callum withdrew his sword from it's hilt and flicked his head, tossing his brown curls behind his shoulders. The Facsimilies had been dumped less than a kilometre away from us. No doubt within a a few minutes they would be approaching us, bullets catapaulting out of their machanical hands. I dreaded the thought of killing another robot identical to myself.
"Callum, do you ever wonder where the idea came from? Robots that look exactly like us? Ready to kill us?"
"I don't know. The Slaying?" He grabbed my wrist with his right arm and gripped his sword in one hand. Callum loved his sword. Besides from our clothes, it was the only thing that he had carried with him that existed before the Slayings. Looking at it now, it was as if he was his old self again; free, feirce and passionate.
