Short Story

The boy turned around. "You don't know who they are? Didn't your parents every teach you about the Survey Corps?"

"We're planning an assault tomorrow, and we need one more unit. I'll understand if you refuse, but we might find some answers there. Answers that I think we all want."

“You should totally join the team. Although you won’t be the best player because I am,” She smiled, “Oh you should come sit with us at lunch too.” Samandriel pondered on the offer; should he blend in with the crowd or distance himself like he was told.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt y’all, but can I join your group?” Ryan asked as he looked around for Nikolai, but he was teaching one of the students how to throw a knife effectively.

“So, these days you like, just Luci.” She wrote something with a stylus across her iPad. “And you’ve left Hell behind to take a vacation in Los Angeles.” Her tone was dry. She was making simple, factual statements.

“Well then, let's get to work,” Will said. “Me, Annika, and Jeremy will stay at the camp. Everyone else, go look for water and food.”

Aiden has been one of my best friends since we were six. We were in the same training group. Aiden’s a troublemaker every now and then, but most of the time he's a pretty cool guy.

“Then what does it matter to you what I told him?” Everleigh's eyes widen a little as she realized that I had thought of something she hadn't.

Bodhi’s smile grows. “Some of our best recruits are defectors. Myself included,” he adds with a

“Sir Nilheim suggests we send Martin and Steven to pick them off, the party is a small one and they should be able to handle it.”

“We will begin the scavenger hunt I was talking about with you guys before you went and started to play. You will divide yourselves in three groups.”

She surveyed her kingdom. A kingdom of concrete and grey, but as far as she was concerned it might as well have been made of gold. The shine of the windows towering up above were her diamonds, and the taxis driving by were her limousines. Her black raw denim jeans, fitted t-shirt, and sneakers were her ball gown and crystal shoes. She has a quality about her that anybody who crossed her path could see. Her blue eyes reflect the silver city and her smile could make you feel warm on even the coldest of New York winter mornings.

Sporting a giggle and a smirk that should’ve been illegal, his counterpart waved a hand towards four individuals. “You mighta got outta there on ‘good behavior,’ but don’t think you didn’t have help. You owe me, and I got the team that’s gonna make it worth your while,” Ray insisted jovially. “Let’s be getting to introductions.”

The now silent, smoking flats reeked of death. At the top of the plateau, Indrid Cole’s recent home was being invaded. Once again, there would be no more Capital of Men and, most likely, no more King.

"Uhm...who 's 'the crew ' because I 'm not really not one for large gatherings of people, Frank." He said, looking over at him and crossing his legs one over the other.