• Prologue

    There was a sudden burst of wind, that swept dead brown leaves off the cold cement ground. The leaves settled back onto the ground as a man stepped out from the shadows of a tree. He was not particularly handsome, nor was he really ugly. The man wore a long coat, that surrounded his leg and gave an ominous feeling. He began walking quickly. This place was not a place where they had visitors. This town was where the orphanages were located. This was the year 2050. Earth has fallen to chaos. America was no longer a place of "freedom of speech" or "freedom of religion." Children and parents were separated, children sent to orphanages, parents to be laboring. Orphanages were being mass built, and children were forced to test out equipment. Technology has advanced by a lot. Every girl and boy in America had to take a shot, where there will be a tracker inside your skin, just in case anyone decided to run away. The man now approached a large, black, rusted gate. Placing a hand on the lock, the lock fell off, with a clang. The man threw open the gates, not even trying to be conspicuous or quiet. He walked on a long path, leading to a broken-down house. He had came for one thing...and one thing only.

    Chapter One

    Ginny stared out of a barred window, into the desolate area. All the trees almost disappeared, in the once green forest. Ginny was a small girl, never having the proper nutrients. The whiff of gruel twirled up from downstairs and into this room she shared with ten other girls. Her stomach growled, and Ginny wished she could have a bite of gruel. It was better than nothing. Ginny turned away from the window and looked around the room, with a hint of disgust on her face. She wished she could run away...but she couldn't, with the locked gates, and the matron and her evil minions spying around...there was no chance she could get out of this "orphanage." It was more like a jail here. Ginny frowned, hearing some commotion downstairs. The door to this room was locked, so Ginny pressed herself flat against the cold, and dusty wooden floor, straining to hear.
    "What.............doing........who........you??!!!" Ginny could barely hear the matron. Suddenly, hearing footsteps running up the stairs, Ginny jumped up just in time, as the door was thrown open. Ginny stumbled back and noticed it was Zoe.
    Zoe was special, she had something called Aspergers. Aspergers is an autism spectrum disorder. Some symptoms are being socially awkward, restricted and repetitive patterns of behaviors and interests, and having limited empathy to people. It was a surprise to Ginny when Zoe looked at her straight in the eye, and instead of speaking in her regular monotone, she says frantically,
    "Go!" Zoe rarely, if she ever did, look people in the eye or speak in a tone with some emotion. Ginny frowns, and Zoe repeats impatiently,
    "GO!!!" Ginny stuttered,
    "Wh-where?" Zoe, apparently too impatient to reply, pushed Ginny towards the window. The usually barred windows were void of bars. Ginny stumbled, plunging out of the window and landing surprisingly softly onto the hard cement ground.
    "Wait what?" She shouted back, confused.
    "Go!" Zoe shouted, frantically, looking back behind her. Ginny could barely see a man approaching Zoe. Red light surrounded Zoe. Ginny staggered back, frowning. This was not possible. Where the heck did the light even come from?
    "Run!" Zoe shouted again, now with a tinge of fear in her voice. Ginny didn't have to hear anymore. She turned around and ran, out of the gates, into the forest, that still had some trees. Zoe's shout rang in Ginny's head and Ginny kept running, deeper and deeper into the forest, trying to run away...from what happened...from truth...