(WARNING NOT EDITED! Please be patient as I will finish this story before I start editing. But I hope you like my first chapter to my story following Evelyn Cross.)

~Evelyn~

It's the year 2020, 3 years since the elections, since the world came to a halt. Its been 3 years since our world leaders decided to start WWIII, when the world started to fall apart, crumble to the ground. The leaders started to become angry at one another, launching missiles that carried death, hurling them at one another. Blinding by rage, greed, and power they ended innocent lives, ended families, ended sanity. Us humans, the ones who were held victims of the blinded hate started to evolve, all the toxic gases, the aftermath of the explosive bombs started to change people. They started to become dead on the inside, like zombies with thinking, intelligent brains. It was like an infectious disease that was slowly spreading, if you had any of the symptoms you would be shot dead, in hopes to contain the sickness. This was a bonus for some people as they used this as an excuse to start committing crimes such as murder. They would go on a purge, killing the sane and leaving the insane. We were once all different, all having our own flaws and personality that derived us from one another, but ever since the first wave of sickness spread through the world we were no longer divided for our flaws and uniqueness, we were divided by sane and insane.

I am currently in hiding, my family committed suicide 2 years after the elections before the sickness could get to them. They were proud and didn't want to turn it a Skin Walker, they wanted to end their lives so they died as themselves. I lucky got away from them, I believe that they were already starting to turn insane. I was hiding in a little cottage just out of the city that I use to call home, they skies were no longer blue and clear but smoggy and grey. The sun was suffocated every day by the clouds that kept us hostage. It was always gloomy and filled with death. Ive gotten use to the sound of gun shots, the cries of help that slowly turned into cries of pain. I kept to myself so I wouldn't be found, there was obviously no internet or cell phone service anymore, so I would sit there with my candle reading book after book. I haven't had a shower for about 3 weeks now and I was in desperate need of one, my little cottage is by a clear source of running water where I would wash my clothes and bathe. I had to stop using it as I was nearly caught by the hunters. The hunters are a group of people who dedicate their time to hunting and terminating Skin Walkers, they find the sane and capture them, teaching them their ways. You are all probably thinking why I'm not with them? Well, its because they aren't good people, if you have something that you didn't agree on you were considered a threat and then you, yourself would be terminated.

At the moment I was sitting here alone, the outside world is quiet and still. Well, if you considered the constant roar from jets flying over the city or the occasional shots that were fired, then yeah It was an almost perfect night. Today I decided it was safe to have a bath in the stream and fresh clothes, I felt clean and happy so I decided to open a can of spam and a small can of fruit salad. I only eat fruit salad if it was a special night and trust me I don't have many of those. I was low on stock so I made a mental note that I would need to go to the store and find whatever canned food that was left.

I guess I haven't introduced myself yet. Im Evenly Cross, I'm 19 and about 5'7. I have mid length black hair and light blue eyes, yeah I know pretty boring right? My shoe size is about a 9 1/2 and my clothes size is 10, so if you wanted to send me some fancy brand new clothes you are more than welcome. I use to be a normal girl with a semi normal life, a happy family, good grades, semi popular, but I knew how to survive. My older brother James who lived on the other side of the city was with me for a few months after the rest of the family died. He was then taken from me when we first encountered the Hunters. They tried to get James to join their team and he declined. He decided to go with them for one day to see how he liked it and how they lived thinking it would be a better and safer place for us, but he was terribly wrong and came running back to me the next day, telling me to pack whatever things we had and we were on the run. Thats how I know so much about the hunters. A few weeks after the incident James started getting sick. Coughing and having all the signs of a normal cold, that was until the blood, when he started coughing up blood... So much blood.... Then his eyes starts changing colour, his hair started to fall out, his finger nails ripped off and his teeth rotted. He was changing and we couldn't do anything about it.

~Flash Back.~

"It feels like as if worms are crawling in my brain, I can feel something like wiggling behind my eyes! Its painful but for some reason It doesn't effect me. My vision and hearing have gotten so much better, but I can smell my own self dying, decaying on the inside." His voice held so much sadness, he knew that he didn't have long to go before the sickness took him.

"James, you are strong and I want you to fit it!" I cried, begging my brother to fight to stay with me.

"Sooner or later Evie you are going to be left alone, I taught you all I know and now it's your turn to carry on your journey. Start a new life, begin a mission to save humanity. I believe in you, believe in what I believe in and your pathway will already be paved out for you." James whispered, his strength deteriorating quickly. His cold hands holding onto mine firmly as if he was scared of letting go.

"Promise me Evie, as soon as I'm no longer me shot me. End my life before I do something to harm you. I don't want to hurt you," His eyes held hope, a promise that he wished for me to keep. Nodding my head slowly as the silent tears rolled down my cheeks, it was a hot night but yet I still felt cold. I knew James wouldn't make it the night and it was my duty to kill my own brother. I wasn't ready to say goodbye.

"Im not ready to lose you! You are my only family, please stay!" I knew it was selfish of me to even ask him to stay, his face was always constantly twisted in pain, the expression of constant suffering. I knew if I didn't end his life when he changed he would continue living life in agony. It was my duty to look him in the eyes and pull the trigger. My duty to bury my older brother. My duty to say goodbye.

It was around 2:30am when my brother started to shake violently in his sleep, foam coating his dried lips, his eyes snapped open. They stared into mine, it felt like he was looking at my soul, reading me like a book and I felt venerable. It was scary watching him change, I've never seen anyone change and this was not something I would forget in a hurry, this was something that will stick with me and haunt my dreams. James eyes rolled to the back of his head, his body went ridged before going slack and lifeless. His breathing shallowed to an unnoticeable rate, my heart was pounding so fast. I was afraid, I was sad, I was shocked, and i was not ready to let go. As I turned my back to him to grab the gun that was resting on the table in the corner of the room I heard him call my name. At first I thought it was in my head, a cruel joke that my mind played on me but as soon as I heard his unmistakable voice, his calling my name I slowly turned around. Gun in hand and my wits about, I was ready for anything, the only thing I wasn't ready for was my brothers eyes staring back at mine, there were normal his voice was normal, but I knew he wasn't normal. Even though his eyes were normal you could see the unmistakable cloud that shadowed his eyes.

"Evie... Why are you holding a gun?" James eyes held a certain amount of sadness within them, I knew what he was doing was fake that this was not the real James and I just had to keep reminding myself that this wasn't him.

"Evie... Whats happening? Why do you look like that?" His voice was portrayed as someone who was shocked, confused, and lost, but you could see right through his act, how it was all a game to him. To gain my trust so I wouldn't have to follow out my promise, I knew his game and I was not about to play it. In our family keeping promises it's an important thing, it would be disrespectful if we were to break a promise.

"Please Evie, don't shot me. I'm all better now, I feel fine! I don't feel sick anymore." His confession quickly turned into desperation, the will to survive was kicking in and he was now doing everything to stay alive.

"Evie come on you cant seriously be thinking of shooting me, your older brother, your only family thats left!" Disbelief was laced in his pleads as he saw me raising the gun and aiming it at his chest, I was certain that It was aimed at his heart and as soon as I pulled the tiger he would go down like a lump of bricks. By now the water works have started, rolling down my cheeks as I watched my older brother beg for his life, his life were in my hands and we both knew this. James eyes started to change, his warm brown eyes changing to those of pure white, his finally chunk of hair fell from his head and rage was all that I felt coming from him. Seeing that his efforts of begging for his life was hopeless his attitude changed, anger was clear on his facial features as his eyes locked with mine. Shifting under the weight of his stare, the room quickly grew intense making it hard to breathe.

"FINE! BE THAT WAY! YOU WERE ALWAYS SO STUPID, SO DUMB, SO UGLY, THE RUNT!" His words hit me hard, his words snapped me out of whatever state I was in. I aim the gun, closed my eyes and squeezed the trigger. I felt it recoil, the sound of something heavy land on the floor. The room becoming silent, opening my eyes after what seemed like an eternity I sucked a deep breathe while scanning the now still body laying on the floor. His hand out stretch as if he was reaching for me, his eyes staring back at mine; cold, lifeless, love. Grabbing the blanket from his bed I covered his body, making sure to close his eyes. I did not want him seeing the flames licking up is body, I wanted him to see darkness, even though he was already dead.

Walking out of the house that we once called home, I threw the lighter that our father used to light up his cigars. Watching in silence as the house went up in flames, the memories of the happiness that the house once held, the walls that always heard our arguments, heartaches, and fun. Every part of that house held some sort of memory for me, and those memories were going up in flames with the house. Turning my back to the unforgiving past I head towards an unwritten future. I took off, running. Running to a place that I was yet to discover. To make my own house, my own home. I ran to start my life.

~FLASH BACK OVER~

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A/N

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