War It has divided us. Humanity against technology… and we are losing. Few remain as the taken advance on the survivor camps. Taken, the ones who have been chipped, the ones who were corrupted, the ones who have been lost to The Awakening. We have a camp made up of a few dozen survivors; however, I only trust five.
I am Eliana (Ely), the huntress. With my bow and arrow, I never miss. My wavy blond hair flows down slightly past my shoulders. You would never know because I always have my hair twisted up in the clip that belonged to my mother as a child. She would always clip my hair up when I was younger and sing to me in the mornings while helping me get ready. This is my last good memory of her. My mother is one of the taken. She has been chipped, turned into one of their mind controlled zombies. Just thinking about what happened infuriates me. I feel a tear roll down my cheek, but I quickly flick it away. There is no time for crying. There’s no purpose either. Crying is going to fix nothing. I headed out the back door of my house, towards the forest. This is where I always hunted. There were many wild animals living outside my house and the best part was that no one went back there. Many people these days feared everything natural. The thought of wild animals hidden among the tall tree terrified them. They found a sort of haven within our world of technology. Technology was supposed to be predictable, do exactly as it was programed to do. Humans and animals alike were unpredictable. You couldn’t program them to do whatever you wanted them to. At this moment, I didn’t realise how wrong I was.