Prototype The book by A
Prologue
The grey clouds were poring with rain, as I dashed for the train to shelter, My long black bag bashing against my slim legs, a ticket to the shelter where I could be safe from Them.
The infected don't play by the rules….
23rd January 2015 a train to safety
The carriages were rattling now, as the train slowly moved on, women, children and men slept soundly as the train filled with darkness. An unnatural sharp noise ran through the carriage, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the icy mirror, my brown hair longed for a cut. My eyes showed mercy and hatred, my pale skin looked different; my eyes were heavy with tiredness, a solder coughed next to me he looked pale and green, and very ill.
I grabbed my half-empty water bottle and gave it to him, "
Thanks" he said coughing loudly, he gave it back and I threw it in the bin. The lights were flickering now, as I made my way silently to the bathroom, a huge scream echoed we were in danger, I could see marks of red, which looked like blood on the bathroom door. I froze, I could hear breathing beside me, I tried to grab my revolver, but I completely froze, "You want to live don't you?" it sounded like a human voice. I nodded, a heavy hand grabbed my shoulder and all I could see was his face, then shadows.
January 25th 10:15am, safe house? 2015
I could hear snoring and a laptop mouse clicking away, I jolted with a start, all I could make out was a computer screen, a dark haired woman sitting there and the man, who had rescued me, was the loud snoring sound. He was wearing a hoodie and I could not see his expression, I couldn't breathe, and I blanked out again.
January 27th 12:05am, safe house? 2015
"Hello?, Can you hear me?" A calm woman's voice whispered, I groaned in reply, "Alex, the hive is nearer now, please get somewhere so we can stay safe" the woman's voice whispered, worried.
The hive? That sounded familiar, "Fine" the man or Alex said as he stepped quickly out of the room, into what looked like a kitchen.
I looked at the freckled pale girl, "who was he?" I asked with a hint of anxiety in my voice, "oh him, he does not take in everything, he does not care about anyone but himself" she sighed.
January 30th 6:30pm 2015 Safe house
I could hear the moaning noise outside, Them, I can't stand this anymore, being locked in here like a prisoner, until my cut is healed.
February 6th 11:43pm Safe house 2015
My scar is gradually healing, Alex disappears every night after 10pm, and I have noticed everyone's after him, but why?