Astra's POVShe doesn't expect Jonathan to get up from the ground in an attempt to hit her. But Zomb is there in an instant, pummeling him into the ground. With a flick of her wrist, Astra turns around as Officers escort her down the halls. The other scientists were indeed cowards; Astra had been the only one to stay back to see this project through, and not in the way they were intended. She decided to do it her way. Main City would crumble; Testings would burn. Astra needed as much help as she could get, and she needed compliance. From Jonathan, from the others, and from Celia. Astra was tired of fighting, of having Officers fail her at each way. So it was up to her, and dammitt, if getting things done her way didn't sound appealing, she didn't know what else did. Astra hummed, and said nothing as the Officers barricaded into the destroyed remains of a lab, not seeing shadows join in with them.Celia's POVThe small group of four snuck in while the o

Astra's POVAstra is always prepared, even when she's running inside of the building. She pulls out a small metal square from her pocket, clicking it on. Tiny metal legs springs out as it forms into a cube, a small light emitting from the bulb. It chirped as it found a route for escape. Astra followed close behind, trying not to wince from the dust on the floor, and her lab coat which was dragging along under her. She had to escape into the other building which held some key equipment. Silently, she was already making a plan a, b, and c. Whatever would go wrong, she'd adjust to it. She'd adapt and make another plan. She wouldn't be like that cocky bastard, Dr. Rogers. You always had a plan for the things life threw at you. Once the scouter turned a left corner, it beeped twice before turning back into its original form. Astra pocketed the metal square, pushing opened the vent cage, and shimmied out of it, her glasses falling off her face. Those were just for sho

The world was ending for many citizens as they continued to stare at the announcement monitors. Dr. Astra walked around the room, where it showed the beloved Twelve Higher Ups. They were bound and gagged, staring at Astra with fear, and then staring at each other. Astra continued to talk, telling the story of how she lost her brother to the Testing. As she talked, she had a handgun that she was putting together, snatching up six bullets. "I know each and every one of you have given your all, your children, your lives for this useless government, but there must be an end to their reign. Now before you call me cruel, and heartless, let me show you the videos of the children who were considered unfit for living up to their society standards." A clip played of various kids, placed in cages with collars around their necks as they wore the same black suit. A woman on the sidewalk cried out as she recogonized her daughter who had been eliminated two years ago. When the vide

Jonathan's POVWhen I wake up, I'm strapped down on a hospital bed, the room spinning. An I.V is in my arm, pumping me with liquids-or drugs. I'm alone, feeling sicker and sicker the more I move my head around. At one point, movement catches my eye, and a figure stands at the edge of my bed, reaching out for me. "Who are you?" I say out loud. I sound drunk when I speak. "You're safe." The voice says, turning around and walking out of the door. My head leans back, and I fight off the nausea. I need water, I need these restraints off, I nedd something. I pull my arms, and legs, feeling the leather bite into my skin, and my stomach rolls. I lurch upward as I try to expel the contents of my stomach. There's nothing, so I make loud dry heaving noises, spit landing on my blankets. The door opens, and someone walks in, making a disgusted sound. I know that voice, though I hadn't heard it in a while; she steps closer into the light, confirming my train

Astra's POVIn the end, when the bodies were stuffed in body bags, Astra felt nothing. Just the usual craving for a cigarette. It was the only thing she felt besides nothing. The worst part about her craving, was that it wouldn't be fufilled. She didn't want to go to the unmarked land, and search through old stores for what she wanted. They probably weren't that good anyway. So there she stood, feeling nothing but that annoying craving. When the ceremony is said and done, Astra wanders off to the Rejects and Runaways. Some are trying to hold her hand, and thank her. Others call her the angel of justice. Most don't come up to her; they probably fear her which she is okay with. She sees one of the oldest of the groups standing off to the side, graying brown hair braided down her back. The woman gives Astra a curt nod, and Astra heads over to her, noticing that Lu is still not among them. "Have you seen my daughter?" Astra asks quietly, making it look like they're j