15 mins before the blast.
The girl walked through the warehouse with a gun pointed to her back. To anyone else, this would seem like a situation that you would need to get out of as soon as possible. But to her, it was just another day of being a drug gangs bitch. It had been like this for the past two years, sold from gang to gang like she was some kind of animal. She could run, but it would only earn her a bullet to the ankle and a whole lot of pain.
"Get in the car," one of the dealers said as a mustang rolled up to the curb. she sat down and waited for what she liked to call the initiation to begin.
"Such a pretty thing, how'd you get involved in the drug business?" One of the dealers asked her as the car sped off from the curb.
"Family gave me to a gang to pay for some pot," she lied as she stared out the window as a man riding a bike holding what looked like a package rolled by.
"Scumbag parents, don't know why they'd do that to such a beautiful little girl," he said as he put an arm around her shoulders.
She shoved off his arm while saying, "Flattery will get you no where, creep."
"Now you listen here girl!" he said as he grabbed her head and turned it towards him, "You're mine now! And you'll do as say or I'll be forced to blow your head off! We clear?"
She was about to respond when a massive explosion was heard and seen only a couple of blocks away, and the edge of the blast was heading straight in their direction.
The dealer yelled at the driver to turn the car around but it was too late, the blast hit them and the car was flung back. It hit a pole and the girl was flung straight out of the car and into a wall as a wave of black overcame her vision.
The girl awoke only to see fire and collapsing buildings, she got up and took in her surroundings.
The street was filled with small craters, wreckage, and the bodies of anyone else unlucky enough to be caught in the blast.
But I was in the blast too, so why am I alive? She wondered as she began too limb down the street. She kept a good distance away from a broken lamp post, but her caution was futile as electricity jumped from the pole and hit her. She didn't fall to the ground with locked up muscles though, she just stood there, writhing as the electricity was absorbed by her body.
After that was finished, she stood there, bewildered at what had just happened.
"Shouldn't I be dead?" She said as she continued down the road. She began to feel her legs give out as she collapsed onto the street, another wave of black overtaking her.
She woke up in a bedroom, she looked around and saw an IV in her arm, She only felt a little dizzy so she concluded that they were not the kind of drugs she was used too.
"So you're finally awake." said a voice on her right. She jumped in the bed and turned to face the voice as electricity sparked from her hands, which only freaked her out even more so. After several minutes she calmed down as the voice, which belonged to an bald African-American man gave her some water to drink.
"What's you're name?" he asked as she finished drinking. She didn't know if she could fully trust this man yet, so she decided to give him the name of one of her relatives.
"Luna."
"Nice to meet you Luna, my name's John." She saw an expression on his face that told her that he didn't believe her, but he didn't pry to try and get her actual name.
"Where's my jacket at?" She asked.
"You're leaving?" Said John.
"No, It's just that, well...that jacket's really important to me. It's the last birthday present I got from my big sister."
"I see, well in that case it's right on that chair." he said pointing to a black jacket with a blue shield insignia on the right side of the jacket."Though before you go dashing off into the city that's been turned into a living hell by a quarantine, I have an offer for you."
"What kind of offer?" She asked as she lay back down in the bed.
"Food, water, shelter, and maybe even learning about how to use that little light show on your hands."
"I'm listening."