Genre: NA Sci Fi Fantasy
Word Count: 68,000
Song: Keep Away by Godsmack
Nineteen year-old Coree survives the alien purge. Now she needs to remember what the hell they did to her and why, before everyone she loves dies. The magic — bonus. Strange tattoos – just plain cool.
Damn it! I was late for class.
My calculus teacher hated when people weren’t on time. And if anyone dared enter after the door closed, well, they just asked to be mocked.
I sighed, grabbed my backpack and ran out the door.
When I reached the central quad, my steps echoed. Huh. No one around. Usually, the courtyard was always busy, no matter the time of day. Unease skittered through me on soft paws, tightening my stomach.
Then I heard it. Screams—men and women—coming from Main Street. I broke into a run and darted between the buildings.
Cars littered the intersection. It looked like someone rear-ended someone else, causing a chain reaction down the road. A car horn blared nearby and a faint breeze blew the smell of gasoline, smoke, and copper my way. People stood in clusters among the wreckage.
In the closest group, a small guy around my own age, nineteen, twenty maybe, fought a big bear of a dude, looked like a trucker. The small guy wore a ton of bling, pants hanging low and quite frankly, he was getting his ass whooped. The trucker hammered a punch to his temple, knocked him out cold. One hit. Bam.
Holy Crap. I gasped and covered my mouth.
The trucker stared at me with vacant eyes. He panted and cracked his knuckles.
“Guy stepped up on me,” he said and staggered back to his car.
Everywhere I looked, there was more of the same.
Your last sentence is intriguing. If you could get to it “sooner,” then have more bewildered observation from your MC, that might help.