Chapter 3- The Tour that Went Bad

3rd September, 2046, 8:30 Boston time

(Narrator's POV)

So, the day after Ally and her friends' bonding moment, a school tour was scheduled for their cabin. They agreed to meet their tour guide, a third year student, outside of their cabin at 8:45. By 8:30, they were already waiting for her. Exactly at 8:45, she arrived walking through the street. She was a tall girl with her blonde hair tied into a low pony tail that led up to two braids at the top of her hair. However, her eyes radiates something odd about her image. They were white, and by white I mean that even the pupils were white, as if she was blind. Nevertheless, she walked with ease towards them.

(Tess's POV)

Just relax, relax okay, there's nothing they suspect about you. You made sure of it. There's no reason anyone would suspect about you. That's what I kept saying to myself while waiting for the tour guide. However, so many doubts and insecurities wound up. What if they found out? What if everything came down? It terrified me. I thought and thought that the only thing I needed to do was to keep calm and stay relaxed. There's no way my new unnies would find out the truth. At least I hope there's not. At least there won't be anything remotely suspicious in today's tour.

(Ally's POV)

After dressing up and having a quick breakfast, we were waiting outside of the small shack for our tour guide. Tess was wearing a black turtleneck with a beige coat, black pants and Timberlands the same color as her pants. she let her armpit-long hair loose as it rested on her shoulders. Lyla was wearing a yellow shirt that revealed her shoulders and jeans. She tied her hair in a half raised ponytail. Nancy had on an oversized sweater that reached unto her hips and covered much of her; she was wearing knee long leggins and her hair was tied into a messy bun. I grabbed the first clothes I could grab out of my dresser, which turned out to be a very tight black shirt and a striped black and white sweater, a pair of ripped jeans and hiking boots.

We were waiting for the tour guide when exaclty at 8:45, we saw her walking down the street. She was a tall blonde girl with white eyes, wait. White eyes? How was that possibble? Anyway, she walked up to us and introduced herself.

–Good morning, my name is Chloe Adams, I was chosen to direct your school tour. Ugh, okay I'm going to cut the bull here, I couldn't care less about any of you four dorks- she said as her expression changed from a nice smile into a very nasty stare and a careless frown–. There's a map of the SHC's installations in your kitchen as there is in each and every one of these puny shacks, so as long as you're in the main building at 10:45 I won't crush each and every one of your 206 bones. Get it? I don't care. Go do anything you want as long as you don't bother me.

After that very nasty talk with that girl Chloe, we went inside the kitchen and looked for such map. And indeed it was, there, a folded piece of paper depicting the SHC in its entirety as the small city it is. it measures about 57 square kilometers in the heart of Boston. It is kind of a small city inside the city. It has the main building located north from the student's living quarters. East from it, there's two basketball courts. West from the main building, there's an eco-zone called the Tree Zone. South from the Tree Zone are two small buildings, The Bar and the Storage Warehouse. Then, south from the basketball courts, is a hospital, yeah no kidding a literal hospital. South from it is an unlabeled building. going down from the main building is the Heroe's Avenue. We didn't really want to go to the main building that morning, but that girl Chloe was really scary, so we went there anyway.

Later that day

I was sitting on a stump in the Tree Zone late in the evening, the sun was setting already. It was a very stressful day. As I returned to the shack, everyone was already asleep. Tess and Nancy layer each other's heads while sitting in the couch. Lyla was asleep on her bed. I opened the fridge and grabbed some banana milk. As I took a sip from the bottle, I noticed the door opening, although I locked it as I came in. I grabbed my knife from my jacket's pocket and walked slowly towards whoever was coming in.

(Nancy's POV)

As I woke up from the couch, I carefully got up taking care not to wake Tess, we fell asleep while watching a movie. I noticed immediately that Ally was back home. She was walking towards the door holding something in her hand, something that shimmered in the moonlight. It was a knife. I immediately felt scared, why did she have a knife, most important, why would she take it out. I looked at the door and noticed that someone was coming in. Judging the situation it wasn't someone friendly. Just as the intruder closed the door, Ally shoved the guy and put the knife against his throat. I heard her say.

–One fucking movement, and your neck becomes two– she wasn't even nervous, her voice was steady and her hands held him menacingly. I was trembling right now. My whole body shuddered. I had to bite my hand to hold in a whimper. She then led him to the kitchen and slammed him against the table. They then started saying something, but I couldn't hear it. She then relaxed her grip on him and took the knife away from his neck. He was a handsome guy. He had astounding brown hair that shimmered under the kitchen's light, even though his eyes were a beautiful grey, as I slowly walked away to the room, I tried to forget about it. But as I closed my eyes I couldn't get it out of my head. Who was the guy? And how did Ally do that? Is she some kind of trained soldier? Eventually my tiredness won over and I fall fast asleep.