By Bri Herter
Empty mountain dew cans cluttered Blakely Drew’s car as she drove into the sunrise. “I am not afraid to keep on livin,’ I am not afraid to walk this world alone…” she shouted along with My Chemical Romance. This was the morning she’d been waiting her entire life for. Her 18th birthday – the day she could finally be free.
“Retreat!” bellowed Serafino Kole as a tree uprooted in front of him. “Zia! We have to move!”