Plot help? Going anywhere?

Alright. Here%26#039;s the first chapter:











Dear Past,





Hey. My name is Lane Peters, and I%26#039;m a fourteen-year-old zoner girl. No, not some druggie, like you twenty-first century people might think. What do I mean by %26quot;you people%26quot;? I mean that I come from, you guessed it, the future. (shock!)


Now, now, before we get ahead of ourselves, this isn%26#039;t a joke, and it%26#039;s not from that movie. This is the year 2046. I have no idea what year this letter will come, or to whom, so DO NOT LOSE, and DO NOT. THROW. AWAY. Be careful.


Right this moment, I%26#039;m writing down on one of the few last sheets of paper on the universe. (I only have so much room, so please excuse my teeny-tiny handwriting.)


A zoner is someone who lives on the very fringes of the Districts. They may have been part of the rebellion, or just plain ran away when things went downhill. We don%26#039;t really care for the stupid Districts, so we would rather spend what little life we have left to spend running away from the Collectors.


Things in your life span are quickly losing their precious time. Think things are bad there? Try the future. Oil has ran out, an Earth War is going on, and people have gone insane. In the U.S., which I%26#039;m presuming you live in, there are three Districts. They are hidden safely in Kansas, in between burned and broken cities. Underground. But dang, it%26#039;s strict there. Only whispers are allowed to be spoken, school has been completely cut out, and every single person works for the government. Yeah, that%26#039;s right, no more any %26quot;the government works for the people!%26quot; crap.


Currently, Diedrick Faez is the President. Or King, if you prefer. The total population of Underground Diedrick Town is around...sixty-thousand? Yes, around there. Us zoners have decided to risk it above ground, having to narrowly avoid the Collectors every day. Yuck. Just writing the name down makes me shiver in disgust. Having many groups, they%26#039;re able to spread out across the U.S. and cover much land. They do this so they can ravage anything they walk through, capture any stray human, and force them to be their slave. That%26#039;s what happened to most of my family.


But enough. Everyone needs your help, whether you think you can, or think you can%26#039;t. Save us! Set us free! Change the past, salvage the future. I, and many others, are counting on you. You%26#039;re all we%26#039;ve got.


WARNING: Never, never, ever, ever show this to authoritative positions. This means the police, the governor, anyone you cannot trust. Actually, scratch that. You can only trust yourself.


Now how to go about saving the world and such? (It%26#039;s not going to be easy, I can tell you that much). You must somehow, maybe even singlehandedly, get rid of the Paiyley Olridge Oregon Plant. It%26#039;s a large nuclear power plant, somewhere inside of Oregon. This very plant ends up destroying basically, the whole world. (I%26#039;m not crazy, the air gets so polluted, and the rest is a mystery to me beyond that.)


I only know so much, but now you know too. So please, gather your courage, forget the present, and save us. Good luck, and may God be with you.





Lane





Lane reads over the carefully written letter again. It had taken weeks just to make it legible because, after all, not a single person has written on paper for over ten years.


%26quot;It%26#039;s time to go!%26quot; Kiri whispers intently, %26quot;The Collectors eastern group is heading our way.%26quot;


%26quot;Okay. Be right there.%26quot;


Lane stashes the letter inside the high-tech Jumper, waves goodbye, and follows Kiri outside the door, looking back anxiously to see if the machine worked.


Because the fate of the future was in that note.|||hey that was actually pretty good. I mean the whole, future, post-apocalyptic thing is a little unoriginal for a sci-fi story but I like the beginnning. Keep writing. I think this could end being really good.