The Surge Project - part 1

Year 2050.

Planet Etheria.

8 o’clock.

The caving of my leg’s aches badly, I can’t hold this sprinting any longer, they have become stronger and smarter by the minute.

One officer jump before me, his barrel shivers, a few more surrounds me, “Stop right there, you’re not escaping this time, outsider,”

I peer at the leader strolling toward me, cuffs swinging in his free hand. The beating of my heart can escape my chest any second,

“Please, I don’t have what you want,” The other three officers gawk blankly at me, their heads swings left and right whispering toward each other,

“We have been told, you have exactly what we need, thief, this time, you will remain in prison until your corpse rot,”

I battle against them, the leader twist my arms backward, grinning sickly, “I don’t have what you need,” I slam my head into his in groaning, “Damn it, woman, don’t make this hard,”

I jump over them and start sprinting again, I won’t go down so easily… my skin slides against the ground, “Damn it, we have you now,”

I glance at my draining leg, “Come on, get up, get up!” I force and start sprinting again, ignoring the pain bolting through,

“What is she made off?” My skin slides against the ground, once again, the weight of something holds me down, uncomfortably,

“You violate the code, you will surrender,” I scramble underneath him, “No, I will not,” Something slams against my head, draining the life from me…