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Kaitlin's POV:

The patrol was exhausted by the time we returned to City Hall. Jane, a short girl with blonde pigtails, raced up the steps to give Caine his daily report. She looked dead on her feet. Honestly, he has his crew worn down. Caine would be screwed if Sam turned up with an army... Sam wouldn't though. He's too nice like that.
Why doesn't he just demand that Caine stops this madness? He's got people trapped in their homes, too terrified to leave. I thought, suddenly annoyed at Sam. Then, my 'split personality' thought back;
It's because he's a wimp. He's not strong enough, and even if he was, why would he bother? We're not even useful, just pointless soldiers.
"Way to cheer me up, mind." I growled under my breath.
"What was that?" Alex asked cheerfully, though I could see she looked as exhausted as I felt.
"Oh, nothing. Just rambling on about... stuff. Anyways, we should head home and get changed. I hate looking like part of the King's Army."
Alex put on a really convincing serious face, then said calmly, as though explaining to a five year old that two plus two equalled four. "But Katie... you are part of the King's Army." We both stood there for a second, then burst out laughing. Well, my life wasn't all bad...

Alex and I greeted Amy at her house, and I was again relieved to see mine wasn't the only horrid home on the street. Amy's was dark, lit only by a sickly-green Sammy Sun in the living room. It cast shadows everywhere and wasn't very bright. You would've been able to see better with a bucket placed over your head, but we found the sofa, none the less. Amy brought some food in from the kitchen; some fish, three cans of Pepsi and a jar of Nutella. Even after a month, the kids both in Perdido Beach and the Lake were nowhere close to sick of the wonderful, nutty goo. And even kids who had hated Pepsi, saying it tasted like flat Coke, now sighed with pleasure every time they heard that crack! psst!
I used to love Pepsi anyway, so it was like a dream come true when Sam's kids found the huge carriage-full. Though here in town, it was really expensive; six 'Bertos per can! Albert had said if it was more expensive, it would last longer. Though he had wanted it to be ten at first, all it took was some tough kids to... well, look tough, to remind him of the little incident with Lance and... that other guy. Could never remember his name. Turkey, or something?
A cold chuckle wisped through my head, and I shivered. Remember, little Katie.

After a few hours of girl-talk and gossip, mainly around Diana's baby, which only had eight months left, I left for home. I apologised repeatedly, but I was exhausted, and needed sleep. Amy offered me a room for the night, but I turned it down. I'd said I didn't want to be a nuisance, but really I was terrified. What if I had another Drake-dream, and I cried out something in my sleep? I couldn't take the risk, so I left. I hated how my insanity ruled my life.

"Remember, little Katie..." That's right, the mysterious omen. I thought as the cold, cruel whisper swirled round and round in my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about the owner of the voice. Where had he gone?
As everyone in the FAYZ knew, Drake was still out there, biding his time. After Astrid the G had supposedly killed her little Super-Moof, Drake had vanished. No one knew where he was, or what he and the Gaiaphage -the Darkness- were planning.
The Darkness. Maybe that was what was causing these 'visions'. I doubted it though, because I'd never been to it. Everyone knew you had to have been near it to have it infect your mind with its sick plans and ideas, bending you to act to his will, and if you failed, torturing you with pain so unbearable you just wished you would die.
"Oh yes. The gossipers around here are very descriptive." I sighed exhaustadly as I made my way to the small bedroom at the back of the house. It was dark and cramped, like the rest of the house, but at least the bed was big. It was a nice King-sized bed; three inces longer and six inches wider than a normal double-mattress.
I crawled over to the side nearest the window and climbed under the cool duvet. Shivering a little, I gazed out at the stars as my eyelids became heavy, wondering, not for the first time, if they were real.