Hello people and welcome to my first ever in hopefully a new line of marvelous fanfics/original stories. I am not the best speller in the world and you will probably catch about a few hundred-grammar mistakes along the way, but try to stick with me. There will be some curse words, so please advise. This is an original story, it will be a mix of The Hunger Games, The Maze Runner, Gone, and a little Throne of Glass. Be warned I am not, I repeat not persistent, so if I don't update for a month I am not dead! That pretty much covers it, so without further a due, enjoy!
Chapter 1:
"HHHHHIIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHWWWAAAAYY TO HELL!" I screamed at the top of my lungs trying to mimic the voices on the radio. Next, I went into the epic air guitar solo. Then suddenly becoming self-conscious I looked around the Walmart parking lot. Come on Carmen, I thought to my self, it is almost ten o clock at night, and you are at Walmart getting a present for your little spoiled cousin. Anyone that sees you isn't going to judge. Luckily there was only two other cars in the parking lot. One was a regular old car that looked too old and beat up to even be driving in this century. The other one looked like an ambulance but without all the markings, it was just plain white. But before I could look more into that my window suddenly burst open. I screamed out in pain as some glass shards got stuck into my arm.
"What the hell!" I screamed, but it was too late two big muscular arms had already grabbed me and started to pull me out the window. Obviously ignoring my screams of agony as my skin was cut open by the former car window. Before I knew it, I was out the car and being gagged with a cloth that tasted like it went through a gym's showers. I got a good look around me and at who was holding me. It was a middle-aged man, who looked like he was the owner of my towel, holding my right arm, and one my left it was a younger man who probably just joined a biker gang. There was also a man holding a device that looked like one of those cell phones from the 1900's. He looked like the brains of the operation, as he had no muscle, and wore glasses, or maybe it was because he was telling them what to do.
"She's got the genes," he said, "These are more active than we've seen in a while. Take her to the facility at once." The older man just grunted and continued dragging me towards the weird ambulance. Wait did he say jeans, like in pants? Yeah I am wearing jeans and they are old looking so you could say that they are active. But more importantly who are these people why do these people want my pants? As we neared their ambulance, the fear set in and I started to squirm. "Looks like we got a fighter boys," the nerdy one said as he opened the back of the ambulance, "Come on hurry up we have a time limit." They started to lift me into the vehicle, and I got a good look inside it looked like what you would expect the inside of an ambulance to look like. It had a stretcher in the middle, a bunch of wires and needles everywhere, a window to the driver's area, and cabinets that were probably filled with medicine.
They slammed me into the stretcher and started to strap me in. "Mmmm mmmmmm mmm!" I cried forgetting that I had a dirty towel in my mouth. Then came the worst part, they stuck me with a needle that was connected to a bag with a weird green liquid in it. I know what you're thinking, Oh Carmen how can that be the worst part of your night. Well I suffer from an advanced case of trypanophobia. I don't think I've ever gotten a vaccine in my life. So at this point, I started to hyperventilate. That got my kidnappers attention as they were soon leaning over me and waving lights in my eyes and checking monitors. I'm pretty sure one guy tried to slap me but I was so out of it I didn't fell a thing. I soon fell into darkness humming along to Highway to Hell that was playing softly in the distance.