Dylan POV5 years ago..."Mom, we're out of milk again!" I shouted as I held the fridge door open with my right hand while juggling my 1 year old screaming brother on my left hip. "Mom!?" I groaned before slamming the fridge door shut and walking into the living room where my mother was seated two minutes ago. Only she was no longer there. It had been a month since the new world had taken affect, and it had done so, much quicker than anyone had expected. We, being humans, were placed on rations. Basically we were given the bare minimum to live on. After the initial takeover and my unjust lashing an old nurse from the hospital patched me up, Sheila, she had lost her job completely but even after a month she was still willing to help most of us humans out if we needed it. Once I got home that day I realized just how much my world had turned upside down. My back was radiating pain and I was still processing the death of my father, I hadn’t exactly had time to mour

Dylan POV I cried, I completely and utterly sobbed to myself as I lay on the grass. The sun blurred down on my curled up form and the slight breeze that was in the air, wafted over my body effortlessly. I was still wearing my bloodied clothes along with the random T-shirt I was given when I arrived, I genuinely had no idea who it belonged too, but I did know it was large and comfortable, anything that wasn't made out of that scratchy brown material my pants were made out of, basically felt like silk. It was a particularly beautiful day, which usually would bring a smile and joy to someone's face instantly, but for me, it just reminded me what I had been kept from while I was locked in the palace. Now though, I was out, I had managed to get away from the king and his constant torture, still I had genuinely never felt so disconnected and so isolated from society. I didn't know anyone here, I didn't know the layout of the base, I didn't know what the so called

Dylan POV "How could you even think that I pity you?" The Beta placed his large hand on my cheek and I subconsciously found myself leaning into it, sniffling as I tried my hardest not to break down on him, as we both remained sat on the lakes edge. His eyes were beautiful as they held my gaze, causing a slight blush to take over my cheeks. "I think you are the strongest, most amazing person I have ever met. I don't pity you at all... all you will ever get from me is my support, and my respect." I sat there gaping my mouth at him like a fish out of water. I never in a million years would have thought he would ever say something like that to me. He looked at me for a split second before clearing his throat and chuckling awkwardly, he retracted his hand in haste and allowed his eyes to look over at the lake once more. "I'm just saying, you've been through so much, and you're still here. That alone takes an inner strength unknown to many." "But you and I both know that

Dylan POVInsomnia...I officially must have had insomnia, because yet another night had gone by with me getting zero sleep. Well, Maybe I had dozed for half an hour but it still was far from good enough. I was supposed to be getting stronger now that I was here, but everything in me was shutting down and I felt myself becoming more and more drained. The lack of sleep and the fact that the day was going to be long and tedious was making me really wish the ground could just swallow me up. Still, I sighed and climbed out of the bed that was in the RV, there were already some clothes placed in the closet, so I grabbed a t-shirt that was at least two sizes too big for me and a pair of leggings that again would most likely hang off me like a sack, before making my way to the shower. My scarred skin was always sensitive to the waters spray. Baths were absolutely fine, but showers, I had found that they often caused one of two main issues, either the pressure from the spr

Lewis POVThe more I witnessed other people learning things about Dylan, the more baffled I was by their reaction. To everyone else she seemed to be coping well, so when they find out just how much she endured, it always caused shock to take over their features. She looked exhausted yesterday, and she seemed so frail it almost broke me, but everything had been so constant with her, that she barely had any time to relax, I admit I was starting to question wether she actually let herself have adequate rest. It just seemed like, as soon as one problem had been solved or dealt with... another one would jump back into its place. So her internal anguish was completely expected, other people however, always seem so shocked when they discover something knew about her time with Josh. I personally just wished I could help her. "This much head trauma, well, it's an uncommon occurrence, most people who are bought in here with this amount of extensive scarring are already passed." I couldn't bel