A little peek at something big...

So this is a story me and my friend started writing. He came up with the idea and he asked me to be the co-author of the story. We started only a few hours ago so the writing may be a little crude. Criticism is welcomed, as long as it's not harsh. Malkuthe already knows this since he helped me with this. Here I go.

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In the war-torn world of tomorrow, anyone may be an friend or foe. The world is now in the midst of its sixth world war. Technological advancements have both been a blessing and a curse to mankind. The once glorious country of the United States of America is nothing more than a husk of its former grandeur. The superpower led by Asia particularly Korea and China is now trying to conquer the rebel pockets that mostly located at North America which has allied itself with Europe and South America. North America believes that through this war their country will rise once more. Australia and Africa have allied themselves with Asia. War has never been more merciless. Twelve people from various countries in Asia have been 'recruited' in order to give themselves an advantage. They were mutated, turned into human weapons. These twelve were treated as mere guinea pigs; Nothing more. After years of experimentation, they finally escape their torment, only to be pursued just as quick.



Prologue
It was 5 in the morning when I woke up upon hearing the door creak open. I consider myself lucky to be able to wake upon a clean floor under a roof having a place to hide and forage for food. As my eyes adjust to the dimly lit room we stayed for the night, I can't help counting the bodies, helplessly laying in the dark. Oh, I stand corrected, they're not helpless, they seem to be. Like me, they may seem like normal teenagers, with their hormones all going wild, causing pimples to appear on your noses and foreheads, but right now,getting in our way would not be a good idea. At the least, any of us can kill an average man in seconds empty-handed.At the sight of my companions sleeping beside me I began thinking about the others; I wonder where they are now; are they in safety? Or are they still being being followed? Upon breaking out of the school the others took different routes away from the danger that lurks in that place. As the days go and the farther we are chased away by our pursuers our number declines. Another big attack on our group and the remaining will surely crumble. We can't afford any more deaths, that'll surely affect the effectivity of the team. Last night two of my friends died upon detonating a mine concealed under the terrain. Another blood spill, another blow to the moral my team mates. I stood up and wore my shoes. I remember when my mom bought this for me a year ago as birthday present. I walked over the feet of my sleeping teammates and went out to inspect. The footsteps i hear brought me to the kitchen. The house we broke into this night was abandoned, I wonder if the previous owner of the house was able to escape the raids. I ended up inside what's supposed to be the kitchen. Although, right now, the only thing that would remind you of the purpose of this room before, was the wrecked counter sheltering a leaking faucet.


The raids have destroyed almost everything in this house. The concrete walls were crumbling down, most of the furniture has been destroyed. The place was mostly a wreck. The roof and floor were still intact albeit a few holes here and there. But still it was a miracle that this house still stood after countless raids. After wandering around the wreck, I found myself in what used to be the living room. Sleeping on the couch was a man, dark-skinned, tall with guns strapped to his sides. He wore a leather jacket which hid ammo for his guns. It was Ian, one of my old friends. He had slept here since he insisted sleeping here rather than sleeping with the others. “It’s too hot in there.” He complained. He said it was much cooler here but I was already sweating when I shook him awake.

“ Wake up, Ian!”

He sat and rubbed his eyes. His tone was of complete annoyance. “ What do you want?”

“I heard something. I think I heard the door creak open.”

“ It’s probably nothing. Go back to sleep.”

I was shocked at his reply. My temper quickly rose. “Nothing!?” “ With the situation we have today you say ‘nothing’!?”

“Fine. Fine. We’ll check it out. Besides, it’s my turn to look for food.”

We left the living room and went straight to the door. It was reassuring to have him as my companion. Long ago, even before we were ‘recruited’ we were close friends. We arrived at the door. It swung idly, as if it were recently opened. Our expressions hardened. Ian’s hand reached for his gun, if someone entered this building, he might either be friend or foe. But most likely it was foe. Ian turned and pointed his gun.


[[ The intro was written by me. The first part of the prologue was written by my friend. The second part by me. Some of it I didn't consult with my friend yet, so I will edit this in the near future.]]