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Anti – by Leah and Adam
Archer limped away from the vine covered alleyway, rain and sweat falling from his soaking mop of dirty blond hair. His eye was red, swollen, and puffy from his recent fight, one he had, thankfully, escaped from.
After knocking his opponents to the ground and off their feet, he had fled the scene. Archer left them lying motionless on the ground, not bothering to check if they were ‘okay.’
Mistakenly he had taken on a few 16 year old gangsters, and he wasn’t very fond of the consequences. Although he had, without a doubt, won the fight. The thought was basically the only thing that prevented him from collapsing onto the empty vine covered street.
Night had fallen over 3 hours ago, and Archer was just as lost as a pup away from its mother. If he couldn’t find to Bunker 12 before dawn, he would be a goner. Once the Waves catch you, there’s no going back, and he knew it.
He wandered the ruins of what used to be the city of Los Angeles. Archer, who was only 12 years of age, was half dead from the blood loss; and he needed help.
“Remember, it’s always darkest before dawn. Always darkest before dawn.” Archer reminded himself over and over. “Was it 6th? Or… maybe 7th. Or… 15th?”
He couldn’t get his head around anything tonight! This of course didn’t help when he tripped on one of the many vines that had destroyed every major city of the U.S.
Archer took in a mouthful of rocks, then spit it out, shaking his head in disgust.
“I give up, I can’t find the entrance, and it’s dark and really cold and–” Archer went on rambling to himself, a frown carved into his face.
He made no attempt to stand, only laid there on the rubble from some broken buildings, a part of his head beginning to trickle blood into the cracks of the ground.
After lying in the dirt, and almost bleeding to death, Archer blacked out; a scene with a young hooded girl was burned into his subconsciousness. She leaned in towards him, and as this faded away only one thing remained, two fluffy light gray wolf ears peeking out from the girl’s dark gray hood.
Archer sputtered awake as freezing water splashed over his body. He blinked it off, realizing that he was still alive, and he wasn’t bleeding anymore. Archer frowned skeptically, staring into the sky.
Then with a sudden leap he was on his feet, his former worry of finding Bunker 12 crawling back to his mind.
In an instant a strong grip pulled him back, dragging him into an alley. Archer, slightly confused, blinked and saw the girl from his mind leading him by the upper arm. She was muttering something about ‘completely Irresponsible’; he chose to ignore her.
Some vines on the walls curved into an open archway that brought them to a large plaza. In the center was a iron toilet. The green vines grew in a spiraling circle around the toilet.
The hooded girl lead him to the center of the vines, “Be extremely careful, I won’t try to save you if you get caught.” She warned. The vines themselves were moving, and seemed to radiate terrible power. It was an immense amount of power, but it was also… terrifying, in a way.
As they entered the circle, all thoughts cleared from Archer’s mind. She grabbed the flush and pulled upwards towards the sky.
Click Click Click, it sounded as if multiple locks were being undone. The toilet swung backwards onto its backside, revealing a street sewage pipe that was cleaned out. It had strong metal rungs leading down to the bottom, which was about fifty feet below; far enough to avoid the Waves and also close enough to the surface in time of emergency fast in emergency.
The girl turned to Archer and said, “Get in, unless you’d like to risk your chances out here with the Waves.” She gave him a little nudge to move him along. Archer gave no hesitation, quickly climbing in, her trailing after.
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