Totalitarian

Prologue

A click. A loud bang echoing. A bloodcurdling scream.
Cyra's eyelids snapped open.She woke up, drenched in cold sweat.It was that same nightmare, the one that always followed her, and would always hit unexpectedly.
Cyra peeked through the blinds at the white world below.Everything was dusted with a fine layer of snow.It was beautiful, but what mattered most, was that it was empty.No bodies in sight, living or dead.
She sighed relieved, and glanced back at a corner of the room.With the faint moonlight peeking through the window, Cyra could just make out the outline of a small body huddled against the wall, still asleep in her bed.Livia looked so small, so fragile, curled up like a kitten under the heavy mass of blankets.She would be so easy to kill.Cyra could not let that happen.