Disclaimer: Delete and Lumia are original characters. Please ask me before using them in stories.
Chapter One: The Scream Of The City
The city screamed. It screamed as the otherworldly creatures clucked and pecked at the ground, raising their heads and glaring at passing Survivors with beady red eyes. The scream was so loud, no body could hear it, but a young Survivor could. She was huddled in an alleyway, her dirty long brown hair covering her face like a blanket. She shivered, I'm so hungry...not to mention, tired and covered in muck. In her hand-held a small machine part, it was covered in dry blood, her dry blood. And it stunk of petrol, but it was small enough to hide in her hand, so she was fine as long as she didn't see it, otherwise the memories will return. She had to go through so much to get such a small piece of metal, but it was worth it. Soon, we will be far away, away from this cursed planet.
A fat drop of water landed on her hair, and she watched as droplets fell from her messy hair and gathered into a small puddle at her feet. She slammed her palm on the floor, shattering the puddle into a thousand pieces. They reformed around her hand, and it's reflection rippled as she pulled her dripping cold hand from the floor. A gust of cold wind slapped her in the face, and she snuggled in deeper in her tattered clothes, her grey eyes looking for familiar brown-red ones.
She turned her head, and there they were. Blinking brown-red eyes, and a white flash of teeth. His hand beckoned to her, and she stood up slowly, her legs shaking from misuse. She clutched onto the cold hard metal object in her hands, and chased after a slim figure running ahead of her. Even though the wind tried to push her back with its strong breath, even though the rain pelted her with bullets of water, she continued running, until they stopped at an old mansion. It was made of faded red bricks, and covered in vines. There were no more vegetation, for all the other Creatures had eaten all the insects, and without insects, the plants could not grow. And they eventually succumbed to death.
The boy turned around. He had light blonde hair, bored brown-red eyes, full lips and high cheekbones. He had several piercings on his left ear, and had a noticeable blue horizontal line on his right cheek.
"Delete, you were TOTALLY late this time." said the girl.
"Not my fault, Lumia." Delete mumbled.
"Humph!" Lumia crossed her arms and glared at him, but he knew that she was just teasing him, Delete was famous for being late. He was used to men and women complaining about his lateness, but he just laughed it off. He was that carefree person. But if you looked under that mask, he was alert and cautious. The perfect killer.
Delete smiled and grabbed her hand, pulling her into the great wooden doors of the mansion, and into the mysteries inside.