Skye Malone is not your average girl. Living on her own for 7 years, in hiding from the invading race of souls, and have never been in love; she believes that she is the last human alive. Though she finds out how wrong she is, when she is taken into a community of humans that live with souls by Jamie Stryder, the boy who changed everything Skye thought to be true. While making a home there and trying to gain back what was lost, Skye is taken on a crazy ride of love, friendship and life with those she would die to protect.

This is my first Fanfiction, I hope you like it and go easy on me. Though don't hate me when I cliff-hang you ~.^ My story is a suspense for a reason. Please read and stick around, it gets better.

No one said it would be easy, no one said anything. It just happened.

My name is Skye Malone. I am one of, if not, the last 'wild' human on the planet Earth. I have been on the run from the invading race of 'souls', who need host bodies to live for 7 years now. And my whole family and basically, the whole human race, are now home these souls. Though I managed to get away from the Seekers who search for wild humans, like me, so that we can be used as hosts or just be discarded. Adult resistant hosts have a higher fail rate then younger children do. Even though I'm only 16, I'm resistant, so they would probably just do away with me.

I used to live in Phoenix, Arizona with my family. Until the souls invaded and my parents and older brother disappeared. I waited for days for them to return until my mother, no- a soul with my mother's face came to the house with the Seekers. I ran because I was scared, terrified, just imagine a bunch of strange people with shiny eyes coming at you and your mother stood there and did nothing. I packed what I could in the few minutes I had and booked it out of there, to anywhere else. I only just got away. So I've been on the run since. It was my birthday as well, the day the Seekers. Wonderful present. Your 'mom' almost handing you over to the Seekers, only with the help from the soul inside my mom by receiving her memories, that's all she is know to me really, a memory. Except I know that's not the case. Though the look on my mother's face, shaped by the soul in her head still haunts me, it was full of concern though there had been a hint of want. The soul in my mother had longed to have me a soul as well so that they could have a 'daughter', from my mom's memories, the soul saw how much my mom loved me, and she wanted that for her.

I constantly wear sunglasses so that the souls can't see that my eyes lack the silver ring which indicates that there is a soul residing in that body. I have been surviving, living the hard life of a wild human.

Though I am always alone. Feeling like I'm the last of my kind, like I'm last human on Earth. Living in the consent presence of loneliness… Of fear. I am probably the last human…

I woke up in the late afternoon on the rough ground in one of the few wooded areas in the Arizona desert. I sat up, running my hand through my chestnut hair, which fell to the middle of my back, curling gently at the end. I sighed and stretched my arms out in front of me, removing the leaves and branches I used to cover myself during the cold, desert night. The wooded area was right by the highway, I also didn't want to be spotted, so I covered myself for that reason as well. I couldn't really fall asleep, afraid of being found, I had floated in between sleep and consciousness. That's how I've been sleeping since being on the run, my fear of being found was worse then the nightmares that still haunt me. Though sleep left you vulnerable to everything, and anything.

I stood up and brushed off my denim shorts and blue flannel shirt, both of which were faded from being in close contact with the sandy ground and in consent exposure to the brilliant sun. I bent down and opened my draw string bag that I have been carrying for the past 7 years and pulled out my sunglasses and slipped them onto my face. Masking my bright, ocean like eyes. I closed my bag and pulled it over one of my shoulders after I pulled out the last of my food. Eating the almonds that I had left, my leg muscles flexed as I stood slowly, hearing a car coming down the long, sunset-light road. As it passed the wooded area, I automatically crouching down, my body tensed. It passed, not noticing me. I let out a breath of relief I hadn't realized I'd been holding.

I finished my last almond and walked to the edge of the wooded area. There was a store right down the road, maybe 20 feet from where I was. I needed water, desperately, I hadn't had any water for 3 days. I needed it so much, that my good sense of judgment was off when I decided that I was going to get water from the store, putting myself in danger of being caught. So I waited for the sun to kiss the sky goodbye and for the next car to pass and go out of sight, then jogged to the store in the twilight light desert. Feeling sickeningly exposed as I was in the open, as I always did. Nowhere was safe anymore. Nothing was safe anymore. Not even the place you created and used to escape to in your head as a child.

My mind raced, my conscious screaming at me that this is a bad idea, but my burning throat seemed to have total control, making my strong legs move me stiffly into the small store that seemed to brightly light in the darkening light outside. The old cashier smiled and greeted me kindly, I smiled stiffly and nodded at the old man awkwardly. Did he not realize how out of place I felt? I was the only one in the store besides a young man and the cashier. My sunglasses were still on even though it is dark outside, so I wanted to make it quick so that neither of the two men had a chance to chat with me. I walked to a rack were there were water bottles being held, I took some into my hands, emptying the shelf. I bent down to grab another on the bottom, only at the waist though and to my horror, my sunglasses slipped off my face. My heart jumping into my throat.

I reached to get them, keeping my head down, when the young soul man reached down and picked them up for me, beating me to it, "Here," he said kindly as our hands brushed and I instinctively looked up, he did as well, locking eyes with each other, his having the silver line around his pupil that I lacked. The man gasped and leaped up and so did I. "Hu-human!" he whispered and pointed at me. I dropped the other water bottles, letting them bounce off the floor at my feet, keeping only one as my stomach dropped through my feet like the water bottles. I turned and ran for the door, not before grabbing my sunglasses from the soul's frozen hand pointing at me, and was on the roadside in a minute. I knew they would call the Seekers, souls were scared of humans. So I ran, and ran. Until I found a far off wooded area and took cover. Draining the water bottle, then taking to my flee again. I was getting tired of running away. How much more would I have to do?

To my surprise, no Seekers came after me, though I kept running as the true darkness that only I could know fell upon the desert, only light by moonlight, they were probably on their way. So I kept running, on the roadside, like an idiot, I didn't realize that I was, the adrenaline was coursing through my veins. My body was strong from having the lifestyle of a wild human for 6 years, I could run for miles without stopping. I kept myself going, except my throat began to burn again, though mind over matter. It wasn't until a truck was coming down the road did I realized that I was out in the open, my stomach dropped, it had to be the Seekers. They found me. I'm doomed.

My heart raced, there was no wooded areas in sight and I was sure it was Seekers. No soul in their right mind won't call them if they saw a human, but did they realize that they terrified me more then imaginable. All I could do now was push myself to my limit, then beyond that. I wasn't going out without a fight. I continued to sprint as the truck pulled over, I heard the crunching of sand underneath it's tires. The truck killed it's headlights and stopped it's engine. To my surprise.

"Stop running, and don't move." A rough voice demanded from the truck, again shocking, Seekers are usually overly nice to make you do what they want. I sighed and stopped running, not because the Seeker told me to, but I thought it was time that I face my problem, not run, go down fighting, not hiding and plus, there was really no where to run to. I heard something going on in the truck, an argument? That was strange though, I thought all souls got along with each other, were all buddy-buddy. 'Perfect, there's more then one.' I thought unpleasantly as the muffled voices went silent for a what seemed like hours, though could only be a few mere seconds.

I heard a door open and slam shut, breaking the silence, and footsteps crunching on the desert ground. I swallowed the urge to just sprint, to put as much distance between the Seekers and myself. I felt unbelievably exposed and vulnerable with my back to this Seeker coming at me, opening my eyes again, it was unbearably hard not to turn around. I heard the footsteps close to me now, and my body tensed unthinkingly. I saw out of the corner of my eye, a tall, dark silhouette, the Seeker. I could tell that they had two objects in their hands, and I could identify only one as a large gun, pointing at me, I stiffened my pulse pounding in my ear, my heart assaulting my rib cage. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes gently, almost accepting my fate, I was about to take action when suddenly; I was blinded.