This is it. The day the citizens of Sanctuary beach have all been waiting anxiously for. Everyone is here today, apart from those unfit to fight such as Miss Dandra and the kids. The sound of hundreds of pairs of feet hitting the ground in unison echo over the small hills and hard, dusty land mass that surrounds Eden's wall. In fact, the top of the wall can just be seen through the haze in the distance. Some like Dimitri, hold their heads high, shoulders back and weapons proudly in their hands. For them, this is sweet revenge. It should be that for Nila as well. Brice and Anna were murdered. They themselves were going to be murdered. However, is she picking a bone with the wrong people? Who's ammunition justifies the wrong? The guards, Earleen's soldiers, what if they're just sinners unaware of the wrong they're doing? But she has to remember Riley's strong words from last night. It's Earleen she wants.

It's been four days since they commenced training. Sanctuary prepped themselves for another missile hit, this time, a more accurate one. Though, it never arrived. Kaitlyn stands corrected. They've bought themselves some time..but for what? Why would Miss Chaucer give them so much time like that? These questions make her feel even more of a train wreck. Nila turns her head to the left to see Riley smiling with a rifle in hand but someone else, a ghost of someone all too familiar appears marching beside him. He's a little more on the chubby side with semi-spiky, dirty blond hair and slightly tan skin. The boy smirks and two little dimples appear on each side of his mouth. It's Brice. This shakes Nila to her core and she turns to her right to Kaitlyn where another ghost awaits. Causing her to flinch. This time, Nila notices fiery orange hair done up in a side plait, pale skin and doll like green eyes framed with long lashes. This girl is also smiling proudly. It's Anna and Nila realises that, this is what they would of wanted. Eventually, after trying so hard to fight it, her vision starts to go fuzzy. To her luck, the group suddenly stops marching and the ghosts fade as Friday starts to talk.

"Okay. I can sense that you're all afraid. I am too. Earleen has no regard for human life other than her own. But that's exactly why we need to stop her dictatorship. We lucky few got the opportunity to make the choice to flee Eden to Sanctuary where we could start a new, happy life. However, there's millions of other people behind those walls that don't get that choice. They're trapped and now we have the chance to free them-" Friday's speech just goes through one ear and out the other as muffled background noise in Nila's head. Her thoughts overriding. Suddenly, two rough, large hands rest on her shoulders and give them a reassuring squeeze. Frightened for a fraction of a second, Nila looks up to see Egghead.

"You look sad."

"I'm scared," she says calmly.

"Aren't we all?" he gives a sigh. "Look, I know you probably wish there was another way. That we didn't have to possibly kill other human beings but let me tell you, they aren't human anymore. To be human is to live and then to die," Jeffery explains, opening up his hands and making gestures as he speaks. "They're immortals. They're abominations and they seek to keep "living" that way forever. Believe me when I say that there is no other way. If we were to walk through the West Gate," he points into the horizon. "..unarmed, you'd like to think they wouldn't shoot. But you'd sadly be mistaken. This is about survival. And we are threatening their existence, however, we don't live forever like them and their "survival" has been long lived."

Biting the inside of her cheek, Nila eventually gives Jeffery a ghost of a smile. "You and Riley are right. Thanks for the talk." This earns a sound of satisfaction from Jeffery and he gives Nila a small, sincere pat on the back.

"Now, it's almost sunset. Let's get going. It should be dark out by the time we reach Eden," Friday orders and everyone force themselves up off the ground, picks their bags back up and keep marching on to their destination.

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Only two hours later the wall of Eden finally comes into full view. To Nila, it's strange to think that she was only here eleven days ago. Suddenly, she finds her thoughts wandering to her real family on Mars. When Sanctuary beats Earleen and her minions, (and they will) Friday has promised to contact Mars to inform them that Earth is safe to inhabit once again. However, the one and only way to contact Mars lies in Miss Chaucer's office. A place where only her or her most trusted employees are capable of accessing.

Whilst the original team, Nila, Riley, Kaitlyn, Lucas, Dimitri and Naite lay hidden in Friday's usual spot amongst the tall grass, the rest of Sanctuary's population stay hidden away behind mounds and small hills in the distance.

"This is taking forever. All it's doing is making me even more anxious," Nila complains in her head.

The only real reason it's taken so long, apart from partaking in the long journey to get there is because of the wall's guards that slowly rotate their way around, scanning for movement below them with their motion scanners. Firstly, Friday, Dimitri and Lucas took out the guards standing in the multiple watchtowers and then turned their attention to the others walking freely along the top of the wall. Which has been a long arduous process since, now and again there'd be a guard making their way around their daily route and they'd come across a bunch of their fellow colleagues lying unconscious on the ground like logs. Though, he or she would swiftly be taken care of.

Eventually, Fester's flashlight morse code gives Friday and the group the clear. "There we go," says Friday and she brings the small tranquilliser which is skinny, jet black with a scope on it down and places it in her pocket and instead replaces the gun with a walkie talkie. "Everyone proceed. One group of four or five at a time. Over."

"Wait, surely that can't be all of them," Kaitlyn protests, resting a hand over Friday's right arm.

"It's fine, the wall is massive. We've cleared the West side and those patrolling the others will be too late if they do make it to West Gate."

And with that, the group, all dressed in black, sprint single file, down the slope and into the hole in the wall where Fester awaits. In no time, everyone else arrives and follows Fester's lead. The downside? It feels like a hundred degrees down where they are in the cramped, pipe-lined passageway. People unstick their shirts or other items of clothing from their bodies, sighs of exhaustion fill the air and complaints are buzzing throughout the crowd of people. Little beads of sweat trickle down Nila's forehead, but she doesn't care. The anticipation is killing her. They're getting closer.

Once their miniature "army" of sorts slowly makes their way out of the underground, into Fester's home and out into the city of Eden, they're met with a surprise. The sky is now a dark navy blue, the sun long gone now. Empty packaging and random wrappers roll across the concrete floor like tumbleweed, rubbish bins pushed over. Random items, such as a little girl's shoe lies on the floor, a strap on, pink and sparkly. They're in Sector 3, Middle Class. And they're isn't a single soul in sight. People must've been in a hurry. That begs the question...why?

Unsettled, Nila squeezes her submachine gun tightly in her hands. The feel in the air is uncomfortably silent. That is, until, the whir of moving machinery echoes throughout the maze of crystalline white buildings menacingly.

"What is that?" Riley whispers through his teeth.

No one replies. Those that possess them, get out their motion scanners and scan the nearby surroundings. Though there is no living thing in the sky nor on the ground. Whilst Nila does the same as everyone else, eyeing everything around her she notices a tiny, almost non-visible ray of red light. Alarmed, she follows its trajectory to see a medium sized red blotch right on Lucas' forehead.

Nila gasps,"Red dot! Sniper!" she screams and shoves Lucas. Screaming, everyone ducks the moment they hear the sniper rifle shoot.

Once she looks up at the roofs of the buildings around them, various men and women dressed up in hard, black helmets, poofy, tough-looking bullet-proof vests and intimidating sniper fire rifles in their hands crouch partially behind cover with their targets set on the people of Sanctuary. The Edenian seal is clearly visible on one of their shoulders on their long sleeved black shirts and the bold, silver letters E.P.D.F stand out on their vests.

"This is the Eden Police and Defence Force. You are completely surrounded. Surrender now or face execution," a voice booms from the sky, little red dots create the illusion of a disco party from where they stand cornered in their little square.

"That's a load of bull. We'll all be killed anyway," Naite murmurs under his breath to the other nearby adults in the group and they all give the most subtle nods in agreement.

Hastily and without hesitation, Dimitri snatches a smoke grenade from a random guy's waist, pulls the cord and let's it drop onto the ground. Smoke envelopes all of the surroundings. Startled at this, the E.P.D.F start shooting into the cloud of smoke at random. There's a few screams here and there which makes Nila gasp and flinch.

WOOSH! Something small and precise flies past her left arm. Scared and blind, Nila army crawls her way through the smoke until she finds herself something solid to hide behind however, she's suddenly yanked up into the air by strong arms. They're Dimitri's and she's hurled into a house where most of the others are scattering in to. As the smoke starts to clear, Friday can be seen shooting out a window of whoever's modern house they seem to be in. Lucas and Naite join in as well as many others.

"Hey!" Fester exclaims with a frantic look in her eyes, waving her hands about. This catches people's attention and she points to a drain on the side of a road just across from the first floor of the house they're in and people seem to get the idea.

SHWOOM! A burning bottle flies through one window, directly onto a man. First it sets his legs on fire, then it snakes up his torso, the flames licking up his shoulders until he's engulfed in fire. The smell of burning flesh molests Nila's nostrils and everyone screams and shouts as the man in excruciating pain thrashes around, setting tables and curtains on fire as well. SHWOOM! A second one, unexpectedly flies through the window to Nila's far left but people hear it this time. The dining room of this person's house is quickly being overtaken by flames, the burning white paint on the walls giving off a nauseating stench. Coughing uncontrollably, Nila outstretches her hand and tugs at Riley's shirt. This gets his attention and he lightly hits Kaitlyn's shoulder. The kids scatter out of the dining room to follow Fester.

Fester oddly picks up a plain silver remote that has no apparent buttons on it at all however, once she lays her finger on the top of it, holograms of options emit from it into the air and she picks for the back, screen door to be opened. To her disappointment, it doesn't. It's been manually locked by the owners. Therefore, she scurried over orders Nila and the others to stand back and starts pummelling, the metal legs of a chair into the glass. The smoke getting thicker now.

It's a relief when the door shatters to pieces, immediately people start pushing and shoving past others to get out into fresh, smoke-clear air. When Nila looks back through the dining room and out of the windows, lying amongst the concrete are bodies lying dead, blood pooling around them. From what she can see, Nila counts ten.

"We'll have to leave them behind," she thinks bitterly.

The sound of heavy boots dropping from their vantage points, makes Nila jolt with fear and she herself ends up pushing against the frenzied adults filing through the door. Once out, Sanctuary would sprint over to the drain and squeeze themselves through the little opening. The E.F.P.D follow close behind yet for some odd reason they don't seem to be in much of a hurry, they take a few last shots with their guns and send a few more Molotov's and their own smoke grenades flying, one grenade in particular lands just in the drain when Riley (the last person to get inside) enters.

The smokey grey mist just adds more to his former blindness in the damp, soggy and dimly lit drain. Riley begins to have a coughing fit but he can still faintly see the outline of the others and soldiers on to keep up with them. Though as soon as the smoke starts to thicken, he loses sight of them completely.

"This is the commander of the Eden Police and Defence Task Force, the rebels have fled down into the drainage system below Sector 3, may be taking the possible route to Sector 1. I repeat they've fled into the drains below Sector 3. Awaiting orders," a masked figure, (with only her eyes visible, wearing the mandatory uniform of heavy duty work boots, long pants, long-sleeved black shirt, vest and helmet), member of the E.P.D.F informs, speaking into a radio.

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"Ahem, it is for you Mrs President," a scrawny slightly dark skinned man with poofy brown curls on his head, a regular trusted employee of Earleen says with a radio in the palm of his outstretched hand. He makes sure to keep his gaze anywhere but in the woman's direction.

Earleen sits in her tall, modernly-shaped black leathered arm chair above everyone else in the control room. A bluely lit room lined with long tables upon tables with computers, buttons and all sorts of mechanisms on them facing the large various screens that hang suspended up the front. However, Earleen isn't facing her employees, her chair is turned for she'd be damned if anyone were to see her in the...current "state" she is in. Sighing, Miss Chaucer lays out her hand and the man plops the walkie talkie in her fingers. Full of curiosity, he brings his eyes down to look at the president's hand and he can't will himself to tear his eyes away. Its wrinkly like that of someone past their late a hundred's if any ordinary human were to even live that long, instead of silky smooth. Moles and concerning spots speckle the woman's sickly skinny arm. Her slender fingers shake as she takes the radio away.

The man, his eyebrows furrowed with worry, looks around the room. Some employees, two in particular are also starting to have their real age catch up with them. A woman's hair now has numerous grey hairs and is currently having a coughing fit, occasionally lifting a handkerchief to rid of something in her mouth. Whilst the other, a once surly man covered in muscles limps and shakes as he walks to his chair. His limbs resemble a fickle stick figure a kindergartener would draw and his under eyes are a miserable shade of black. As soon as Miss Chaucer gives him permission to head back to his pervious job, the man doesn't bat an eye and eagerly walks away.

Earleen asks the commander what has happened and calls over the second in command, Mark. A few loud, eager and hurried footsteps later, Mark arrives at her side. His dirt-brown hair is sleekly slicked back and he has the ghost of a beard around his chin. One eye is brown whilst the other is blue.

"Yes Mrs President?"

"Have the A.I's been deployed?" she asks from behind the chair.

"Yes, they've just been set out into Sector 3. They're on the hunt for the rebels, I'll have the others inform the A.I's masters of their possible locations."

"Hmm, very good. You're dismissed," she regards with a wave of her hand and brings the walkie talkie back up to her mouth. "Miss Carson. Order your team to stay on stand by until informed otherwise. As long as you've led them to where I want them to be, your services for the time being are no longer needed. The A.I's have been deployed. Let them do their job."