Panicking. So much panicking. Riots, attacks, rage-fueled frenzies, uproars, raids, and everything in between. Everyone thought that was it. No more human race. Still, some survived. The cities emptied, and vegetation seemed as if it was trying to take back a kingdom that was once composed of beautiful, towering skyscrapers. That was a while ago, though. Now everything is quiet. One would describe it as peaceful, and another would describe it as eery. Both of which were true. However, three years of no human contact besides her sibling, and now here she was. Life tended to be funny that way. ----- She heard their calm footsteps stop near the car, which let complete silence follow. Then she heard them whisper something. And then complete silence again, leaving her to wonder what they said. Her question was answered when the two intimidatingly tall women jumped from either side of the vehicle and pointed their weapons at her, with glares painted across their features, only slightly faltering he they saw her face. Unfortunately, it didn't matter how much they faltered, she was still effectively trapped. If she tried to move, she would most likely get shot, and getting shot wasn't scheduled until at least Tuesday. --- This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who wishes to quote brief passages in connection with a review written for inclusion in a magazine, newspaper, or broadcast.