A scream rang out through the streets as Drew walked home from college, but he didn't even turn around. He knew what was happening; a war was beginning and going back meant putting himself in danger.
"Just keep going," he said aloud to himself. "They can't hurt you once you get home."
His beloved country of Gerome was changing. Once a peaceful, wonderful place to live had become a place where you didn't know if you would come home alive. Whenever you walked outside it was always a good thing to carry a gun. The country's ban on guns had been lifted because of the circumstances. It was a dangerous time all because of one man; a man no one had ever seen, only heard of:
Max Creighton;
Leader of the rebel group, the LWP, against the government, the Main. The Main had been in power since the beginning of Gerome. They were the ones who determined that the country should go into hiding. Hiding was the only way to keep their secrets, well, secret. If they were conveniently wiped off of the map then no one would question anything. It's still a mystery how exactly the Main achieved this, but it worked. No one outside of Gerome knew of the existence of the country.
Another cry rang out as Drew entered the alleyway behind his house. He flattened himself against the wall as a group of rebels ran past him. He couldn't let anyone see him; he'd be dead for sure. Anyone who was affiliated with the Main was dead meat. And Drew, he was already signed up. After he finished a year at college he would automatically be named into the Main. He wanted to be a polotician, make a difference. He wanted to be the one to bring down Max.
He was just about to head into his house when he realized his cell phone was missing. He looked around frantically, but didn’t see it. Sighing, he realized he would have to retrace his steps until he found it. Sneaking a look around the corner, he walked out into the street scanning the ground around him. A feeling of relief washed over him as he saw it. He must have dropped his phone from his pocket on the way home.
He finally reached his apartment building, his phone gripped tightly in his hand. The phone was his life. It had all his appointments, his class schedule, and all of his friends’ phone numbers. Placing the phone safely in his kitchen drawer, he yawned. He realized he’d been up for nearly 24 hours. There was a test he had been studying for the night before. He needed more rest. He sunk into bed, clothes and shoes still on, and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
He was shaken awake a few hours later by the ring of a cell phone. He was puzzled because he knew it wasn’t his ringtone. He rolled out of bed and trudged into his kitchen. Pulling open the drawer, the ringing got louder. He just wanted it to stop so he could go back to sleep. He turned on his phone, but soon realized something was wrong. It wasn’t his phone. His phone was not this clean and it certainly didn’t have the LWP symbol on it.
Drew's heart pounded. He'd done it now. The LWP must use the type of phone he had. Why had this happened, to him of all people! They would find him now. He had to hide.
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