Gone Wrong. { A post apocolyptic story by Wolf~Song }

[Wolf~Song]

By, Wolf~Song

When fourteen year old Grace finds herself in what seems to be a post apocolyptic era, she is stunned by what she sees. There are rows upon rows of tidy houses painted identical shades of white. When she attempts to speak to a ctizen of this strange place, the woman refuses to utter a word to her. She is taken in my a resistance that shelters deep in the woods; strictly forbidden if you wanted to live. She meets slightly timid, funny Bianca; outgoing, courageous, clever Anne; and creative, eccentric Lia. The leader of the apocolypse remains unamed and unknown to anyone. Can Grace solve and save the mytery of these miserable people?

A soft breeze tickled her cheeks, awakening Grace to completely unfamiliar surroundings. She appeared to be laying on smooth, black pavement. Suddenly it began to rumble, making her whole body vibrate uncontrollably. Grace scrambled clumsily to retrieve her footing as she spotted a large pickup truck hurdling down the street. Hastily, she dove out of harm's way. The driver, a young man that looked to be around the age of thirty, seemed to not notice her at all. He had short, brown hair and deep brown eyes that remained transfixed on the road ahead as he continued.

Stunned, Grace examined her odd surroundings. She was crouched behind one of the several, identical houses. Each had a primly painted, black door. The houses were all a shade of off-white. Windows were impossibly clean and driveways perfectly paved. However, the strangest thing of all was none of these; it was a large, box-shaped machine off to the side of each house's grass green yard. The sounds of animals where absent from the impeccable scenery. This can't be real, she thought, her heart beating like a racehorse's hooves. It... it just can't be!

At that moment, a woman with her auburn hair styled in a tight bob stepped out of the door. She was wearing black heels, a long brown skirt, a crisp white blouse, and a jacket matching the color of her skirt. Grace leapt to her feet and peered at the average-looking woman suspiciously. "Um... Excuse me, m'am." She stuttered, beginning to hesitantly walk across the lawn, as if she might trigger a land mine. The woman paused for a moment, then began to walk faster. "M'am!" Grace hurried after her, the grass springing back up after every touch of her black converse. The odd woman glanced at her, a worried expression creasing her face. "Don't come any closer!" She threw up her arms as if to protect herself from unseen weaponry.

Grace ran her fingers nervously through her wavy, sandy brown hair. "I have no intent to hurt you," she said softly. "Where... am I?" The woman stared at her in disbelief. "No," she muttered. "No, no..." Then she turned back, opened the door to her house, dashed in, and slammed the door behind her. Grace heard sharp 'click' of the lock.

Now, Grace was nibbling her fingernails anxiously. Questions bounced around her head like hyper cipmunks. Where was she? Who was that woman? Why was everything so different? Just as she thought this, a rustle came from the woods that expanded behind the houses. Had someone been watching her? Shaking uncontrollably, she forced herself to cautiously make her way behind the tidy house.

The soft sound of quietly exchanged whispers met her ears. She followed this sound, her curiosity forcing her forward. "Hello?" She called, her voice shakey. No reply. Without warning, she was grabbed from behind. She fet coarse rope bind her wrists and ankles. Her alarmed scream was muffled by a gag and her sight blackened by a blindfold. She struggled, but was held firmly in th grip of two pairs of hands. Who were these mysterious captors? She felt them moving her along fiercely. Her brain sturggled the wrap around the situation.


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After what seemed like eons of being dragged over rough forest ground, she had stopped and was sitting on what felt like a chunk of log. She could hear raised voices contemplating something important. "No!" said a heated voice that sounded like a male. "Give her a chance, Wes!" Chimed in a female voice. "Why should we? What does she have to offer?" It was the male voice again. "Shut up, both of you." Another gruff male voice shouldered in. "We let 'er stay. That's final."

Whoever that gruff voice was, Grace decided she liked him. At least he wasn't about to let her fend for herslf with no idea which way to turn. Footsteps crunched dried leaves, drawing nearer. Her gag was taken from her mouth. She didn't say a word, refusing to destroy these peoples' trust so early on. The ropes restraining her were slowly unknotted and removed. She flexed her stiff muscles, relieved. Last to go was her blindfold.

The first thing she saw was a well-muscled teenage boy, leaning to peer straight into her dark, chocolate eyes. His dirty blonde hair swept over his brilliant blue eyes. "Well? Say something!" He demanded. She recognized his voice as the male wo wated nothing to do with her. "Morning breath much?" Grace sputtered, the pungent odor emitting from the boy's mouth meeting her nostrils. Obviously offended, the boy stepped back.

Grace studied her surroundings. The autumn foliage of trees blocked out much ofthe afternoon sun. A few rays dappled the ground scattered with brown, orange, and red leaves. She was sitting on one of several logs formed in a circle around a fire pit. There were several tents made out of animal skins, twigs, and some rope. A girl, about sixteen, clasped her hands kindly. "How did I get here?" Grace asked, astounded. "Let's just say it was somethig like fate." The girl replied gently.

[Chameleon]

I love it! I can't wait to read more. :3

[monstRsoup]

This is just...amazing! Keep writing!

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[Wolf~Song]

I love it! I can't wait to read more. :3

Glad you've enjoyed it so far!

This is just...amazing! Keep writing!

Thanks, I will! I plan to type up another chapter tomorrow, if my schedule will allow.

{ - Love. - }

Thank you!

[Wolf~Song]

Bump. About to add a poll for the story plot c:

[Wolf~Song]

Grace stood up warily. "Where am I?" Was the only question that escaped her lips, although thousands were jammed inside her head. An older man, about thirty stepped forward now. "North America, o course! 'Ave you got bugs in your brain?" He had a scruffy black beard and slick black hair. He had an unidentified accent. "I don't believe so," Grace retorted. "The last thing I remember is being snuggled cozy in my bed. America was nothing like this. Then I was here!" She motioned to the surrounding forest.

The girl exchanged a look with the boy. "You say you do not know how you got here?" She asked this, as if wanting to confirm what she had just said. "Yes!" Grace exclaimed. The man muttered something under his breath in his thick accent. "Only one explanation, missy." He said grimly. "You 'ave time traveled. I don't know how and I don't know why, but you 'ave."

Grace paused, letting the information sink into her skin. She stared blanly at an aged oak tree. "But..but.." She stammered, shaking her head as if trying to recover some past memory. "I know it's a lot to take in," the man said in an understanding tone. "Well," Grace said, "I suppose you shall be teaching me now? Like in all those movies?" She asked uncertainly.

The male teenager laughed. "Like you've seen in movies? I assure you this is nothing like a movie." The girl shushed him disapprovingly. "We haven't even introduced ourselves yet! I'm Krys. He's Kyle," she jabbed a thumb at the younger boy, "and that is Jaques." She motioned to the older man. Grace nodded in greeting to each one of them.

"The girl's right, though," commented Jaques. "There is no time to loose in her training." Without further ado, Grace was ushered towards a larger tent. Krys tentatively poked her head through the flaps that served as an opening. "Um, are you busy?" She could be heard saying. She pulled her head out after a moment and held open the flap for them to enter.

Inside, the tent's walls were hung with swords, spears, and daggers of all kinds. There were bows and arrows mounted at another end, and an open chest filled with leathery suits of armor. There were several other weapons she could not even name. A tall woman with short, straight, black hair and a pale complexion greeted them. "Welcome, welcome." She said quickly. "Now what is your business?" Her bright, green eyes darted from one person to the next. "Aye, Marissa. We've come to get a weapon for the girl." He pointed to Grace. It was clear to Grace the this woman was the keeper of weapons, or.. the woman of many weapons.

The woman, Marissa, examined Grace for a moment before walking over to her. She lifted Grace's arm. Grunting, she pulled a notepad from her brown jacket pocket and scribbled something down with a red pen. Marissa circled her until she jotted down one last note. She flipped close the notepad. "Try out that bow." She said. Grace cautiously moved toward the wall and took the bow and an arrow that Marissa had indicated.

She held it up as she had seen it done before. Jaques hurried up to her and corrected her position. She placed the arrow at the appropriate place, once again adjusted by Jaques, and pulled back to her cheek. She was facing a target hung on the wall of the tent. There were several holes gauged in it from past users. She aimed at the center, then sent it flying. When Grace saw it puncture the side of the tent, she slapped her forhead. "Again." Marissa ordered.

After six more tries, it was evident that this was not the wepon she would choose for battle. Marissa crossed out something on her notepad. "Take that sword," she pointed again with a long finger at a silver sword on the wall, "and practice on that dummy." She moved her finger to a life-sized figure at the corner of the tent.

With a sigh, Grace took the hilter of the sword in her hand. She felt powerful grasping the mighty object. She raised it and slashed at the dummy. It sliced its side forcefully. She turned to look at the group behind her. Marissa closed her notebook. "We'll have one forged by midnight." She said with a slight smile.

[Rebel Faery]

This is really cool, I like it so far! Grace's character appeals to me already, and that's a good thing, right?

[Wolf~Song]

This is really cool, I like it so far! Grace's character appeals to me already, and that's a good thing, right?

Thank you! Yes, it is definitely a good thing. Grace is meant to be a relatable character, so I'm glad that you like her c: