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Chapter 1

"All the worlds a stage, and all the men and women merely players." - William Shakespeare

A red-orange fluorescent light crept through the clouds radiating its warmth down the slopes of mountains, rolling across the valley of green, crawling up trees; illuminating the world, for a moment, to what it had once been. Not what it had become.

As the sun rose, its light crept over a small camp, its warmth causing those outside of tents to sigh and curl closer into the bed of grass and leaves. Gray eyes slipped open, a teenage girl of seventeen years of age, stared sleepily at the young woman that was inches from her own; the young woman's hand loosely clutching her wrist.

A body stirred slightly behind her, the arm draped over her waist tightened slightly as the body moved closer, their nose nuzzling her hair before letting out a contented sigh.

The teenage girl lay sandwiched between the young woman and young man that lay behind her, their bodies unconsiously shielding her from the world in thier dreams, the world that was now their reality.

The rope tied around her left ankle, rubbed across already raw skin as she shifted her feet, a painful stinging reminder of what she was. A prisoner. Her eyes drifted to the sky above her. How long has it been, she wondered. A year in half since they took her? She couldn't remember. Her eyes slipped closed, a familiar voice called her name in the dark recess of her mind as his face faded into view in a slight blur.

The teenagers face contorted into frustration as she fought to regain the memory of his face. A slight pressure around her wrist and soft 'hey' caused her eyes to slip open. The young woman stared at her, worry evident in her light brown eyes.

"You ok?" The young woman whispered.

"Wus wrong Shells?" A voice asked sleepily before a head of curly black hair and dark green eyes peeked over the teenagers shoulder.

The young woman shot a look of annoyance over the teenagers shoulder at the use of the nickname, though a small smile formed on her lips. Her eyes shifted back to the teenager, the question still swimming in her eyes. The teenager opened her mouth to speak but quickly closed it shrinking back into the young man's hold, her gray eyes locked onto something behind the young woman in fear.

Heavey footsteps approached behind the young woman before a hand grasped her sandy colored hair, forcing her to stand. "Get up!"

"Shelly..." the young man spoke her name in a deadly tone, his dark green eyes trained on the man holding her as he stood pushing the teenager behind his 5"11 frame, his fists curled.

"Mondo don't!" She said through gritted teeth.

The man holding her sneered as he yanked her head back, earning a cry of pain out of the young woman before shoving her forward violently into the arms of the young man, moving along on to the next unlucky prisoner.

"Bastard!" Mondo snarled under his breath at the retreating form of the guard. He averted his attention to the young woman, his eyes softening at the sight of Shelly holding the teenage girl and wiping away the silent tears that trailed down her face.

"Shhhh, I'm ok sweety." Shelly said softly.

A different guard, with a rifle, came up behind them removing the metal stake from the ground that held the ropes together before pushing them forward none to gently. "Start moving."

The teenage girl wiped her tears away with the dirty black sweater sleeve she wore as they moved forward joining a dozen more prisoners. Her gray eyes scanned the group of prisoners she has been traveling with for over a year in a half, all of them wearing weary expressions across their dirt covered faces from weeks without washing.

"Get them movin'! Lets go!" A voice shouted from up ahead.

Guards posistioned themselves along side the group of prisoner. Two men, handling two dogs, walked on each side of the prisoners as they moved forward.

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A slight breeze sent wisps of black hair to flutter across the teens cheek, longer strands that escaped her waist length side braid swayed gently back and forth; her full dried cracked lips parted into a silent sigh, she longed for a drink of water.

Licking her lips, she felt herself teetering slightly towards the left, exhaustion beginning to seep in. When was the last time they had given them food? Three days ago? Four? An arm wrapped around her waist, steadying her.

"I got you," Mondo whispered.

Putting one foot in front of the other and Mondo's guidance, she kept moving. Her gray eyes landed on Shelly, she too had an arm around a young girl guiding her forward and holding the hand of a young boy who used his other hand to cling onto the long sleeve she was wearing.

Her eyes shifted to the guards, the Scavengers. After the virus very few had survived around the world and small groups of survivors began to form; the Refugees were people attempting to rebuild a life, to find a suitable area to live and settle down; the Cannibals soon formed a few months into their survival, resorting to eating their own brethren so they wouldn't die of starvation; then the Scavengers formed a few years down the road, scavenging for people who seemed like a discarded item, shoved off to the side from the Refugees.

What Scavengers do with their collected items, the teen didn't exactly know. They had passed a few groups of Refugees in the past, some lucky few were traded for weapons or other supplies but that was rare.

When they had kidnapped her, the teen remembered Shelly being there, taking her under her wing like a mother and introducing her to Mondo. The three have stayed side-by-side with each other since then. The teen soon finding out about Shelly's instinct to be motherly, since Mondo had told her that Shelly was the oldest one out of all the prisoners at the age of twenty-one; Mondo, being the second oldest at nineteen, found it as his duty to protect the younger ones, earning a few good punishments that put him back in line for a while, till fully healed.

"...rah. Farah."

The teen blinked, Shelly stood in front of her holding a jug of water. Taking a few sips she passed it to Mondo, knowing that the jug was for all the prisoners. Blinking again thats when she realized they had stopped.

Looking at Shelly she raised her hands, using them to speak for her. 'Why did we stop?'

"I dont know..." Shelly said softly.

Leaning her 5"9 frame against Mondo's chest, her eyes drifted closed for a moment. Farah wasn't mute, but percieved as mute because she wouldn't speak, she found it easier to keep her words to her self and use her second language only for Shelly, seeming she was the only who could understand sign language.

"-cannibal territory but those demons wonder close by also I heard." Her eyes snapped open. Cannibal territory? Demons? Looking towards the guards, most of them looked...uneasy?

"Look," Mondo gestured towards an opening in the trees, there was the Scanvenger leader talking to a group of other travelers they hadn't noticed before.

"That's why we stopped," Shelly muttered.

Farah's eyes connected with that of a young womans seeming to be a few years older than Shelly. Her hazel eyes seemed to be searching for something in Farah's gray ones before the young woman broke eye contact to answer a question the Scanvenger leader asked.

They started moving again, this time passing the small group of four. Farah caught the young womans gaze again, a sad smile on the womans thin lips as she passed. Looking away she felt an odd feeling stir in the back of her mind, attempting to grab her attention. Shaking it off she followed behind the others.

Dark clouds hung over head, hiding the full moon, when the Scanvengers decided to stop an set up camp. As the fires died down and two guards patrolled the sleeping camp, a dark silhoutte moved through the shadows of the trees. Seeming to be waiting for something.

A shriek jolted the trio of three awake. Gunshots were soon fired, the dogs were set loose, shouts rang out.

"Mondo!" Shelly hissed, pulling the metal stake out of ground and freeing them. "Help me get the others near-"

Shelly froze. A creature walked slowly in their direction, their wings flapping slighty, tail flicking to the side, eyes trained on Farah. It licked its lips before speaking, "You'll do, you'll last awhile."

"Shelly run!" Mondo yelled yanking Farah up and grabbing her hand before running away from the creature, Shelly running in a different direction.

A short stocky man walked up next to the demon, her voice sending chills down his spine as she spoke. "Bring her to me, I'll round up the other four we found."

With a curt nod the stocky man waved a few men over, ordering them follow the two figures retreating into the woods.

Her lungs burned, tears stung her eyes from the pain shooting up her legs, she had to stop, needed to stop. Pulling her hand free from Mondo's grasp she dropped to the ground, coughing, attempting to suck in air.

"Farah c'mon!" Mondo said pulling her up and dragging her along.

Shaking her head frantically she pulled out of his grasp again, stumbling towards a tree, using it to hold onto to as she fought to regain her breath. Hurried foot steps reached their ears, Mondo glanced at her, fear in his eyes as he grabbed her and shoved her under a tree root that had space enough for both of them.

Scooting back farther she patted the side next to her frantically, not being able to voice the words she wanted to desperately say. Mondo shook his head before turning and running off, leading three other men to follow him as they all jumped over the root she was hiding under.

Breathing sporadic, she quickly crawled out from under the root and stepped in the opposite direction. An umpf behind her caused her to twirl around and trip over her own feet, sending her to land on her butt with a thump.

Her gray eyes spotted two figures mere feet from her, struggling on the ground. A small crack in the dark clouds radiated the moons light throughout the woods, revealing the figures to be two men fighting over a handgun. Her consious screamed at her to move, to get out of there, but her body refused to budge, frozen in place.

An object flew in the air, landing next to her. Her eyes shifted to the object, it was the handgun. A body flew into a tree opposite of her, causing it to splinter. Her hand traced the ground for the discarded weapon. A man walked past her, crouching infront of the injured man lieing against the tree. Her fingertips felt cool metal, her hand wrapped around it pulling it towards her.

"What the fuck are you." The injured man spat, struggling to get up.

"You really want to know..." the other man said, a devilsh smile placed on his lips.

Farah held the gun out in front of her, her index finger tighenting on the trigger, aimed for the uninjured man. The clouds sailed across the full moon, blocking its light. The injured man let out a strangled cry from the darkness, causing Farah's hand to shake slightly out of fear.

As the light of the moon radiated throughout the woods once again, the man that was crouched in front of the injured man was replaced by a crouching creature. The moons light reflected off of teal skin, ivory tusks, silver hair and auburn irises.

"Yah call meh a demon, I call meh a Troll."