Johanna It was a relatively gloomy day in New York, as it always was during autumn. The skies overhead were filled with large, forbidding gray clouds, blocking out the sun as it desperately tried to cast its bright rays onto the city below it. Instead, the gray clouds cast a giant dark shadow on the city, engulfing it in a strange ominousness, as if warning the city that something bad would happen. If it were possible, the weather seemed to make the city look unwelcoming, if it weren't already with its massive, looming skyscrapers and creepy, Perfected humans walking around as if nothing was wrong with their city even though Johanna could point out everything wrong with it. Oh, how she hated the Perfects. She would rather die than become one, that was how much she resisted the idea of Perfected humans. Johanna shivered and pulled her jacket tighter around her body as another blast of frigid winds blew straight into her face. It was barely November and the temperatures were already starting to make it feel like winter, as it always did in New York. Johanna wasn't very used to it, but she knew she wouldn't need to worry about it for much longer. What she really needed to worry about was how she would get out of New York without getting caught by the Perfects or the government itself. So far, she had been lucky not to encounter a government official or a Perfect, but she knew that her luck would run out pretty soon if she didn't get to moving quick enough. She already put her life at stake plenty of times and wasted a lot of time exploring the city as well. She glanced around her surroundings, checking to see if there was anyone around before slowly stalking along the alley's sides towards the streets, where she would sneak into another safe place to hide for the night. That was her daily routine every day since she came into New York: Explore and find safety before dark, where she was the most vulnerable. She explored mainly to find an exit, which she wasn't very successfully in doing, but it was better than doing nothing and trapping herself in the city for the Perfects to find her and turn her into one of them. The thought disgusted her. She would never be one of them. Shaking her head, she continued stealthily down the alley, checking behind her every few seconds to make sure no one saw her.
Johanna Johanna walked along the sides of the alleys quietly, careful not to step on anything that would create sounds that would give her away. She was lucky for a few minutes not to come across any Perfects, but she knew that her luck had ran out as the skies turned darker before she could find a safe place to take refuge. She knew she would be extremely vulnerable during the nighttime, when the Perfects were out scouting for humans to take in and turn. If she didn't find shelter now , she'd be dead meat. The odds of her not running into a Perfect at night was slim--very slim. The scouting Perfects had to be attending an event or something for them not to search for humans at night, and that usually never happened. She stopped walking and took a moment to look around her surroundings, just to check if there was anybody else around. She froze in terror at the sight of a man, staring straight at her. For a second, she couldn't think or do anything--she was way too terrified to. Before she could make a bolt for it, the man--or maybe a boy in his late teen years--began speaking to her. Johanna glanced behind her, calculating if she could make it to a safe place before the man got to her. Obviously, whether she went the "easy" way or "hard" way, she would still be turned into a Perfect and she did not want that to happen. Johanna didn't even care if he used mind control on her. She would still try to get away, even if it resulted in a bad ending for her. She wanted to show the Perfects that they didn't have control over everyone and that unturned humans were perfectly capable of doing things by themselves and having actual human thoughts. She stared at the man for a few more seconds, still contemplating the idea of running away. What else could she do? But, out of pure curiosity, she asked the man: "How would you help me?" It was clear that he wouldn't-- "help" was probably considered turning someone into a Perfect.Without waiting for an answer, Johanna turned around ad began running as fast as she could towards the opposite end of the alley, not bothering to check behind her to see if the Perfect was coming after her. He probably would, though, and she preferred to have a head start.
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