Birds' Flight

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Mon Feb 05, 2018 8:33 pm
zaminami says... · Mon Feb 05, 2018 8:33 pm
It is the year 30XX. The people are happy -- no pollution, world peace, no poverty, no crime, solutions to everything. Everyone is in luxury in the floating island cities and the farms down below that produce enough food for everyone that existed. Families are huge. All cars fly. Long lives. Everything that a person could need.

But one day, five humans fall from the sky above the great city of Chicago. Eyewitnesses claimed that they just came from above the clouds and fell. After the humans hit the ground with a crunch, the people of Chicago inspected them. They all seemed ordinary; and dead, for that matter. Then, one of the girls sat up and, one by one, they all awaken. However, the humans that had fallen are not what they appear.

The people are scared and the five are thrown in jail. Then, one by one, important people start dropping like flies. At first, they seem like suicides, but then the police uncover their true intent -- murder.

In a panic, the people start to blame the fallen humans on the deaths. They demand the authorities to sentence the to death. Now, with the help of only a few outsiders known as the Jailbreakers, they must escape the twisting city of chaos with almost everyone against them...

You have two characters -- one Jailbreaker and one "fallen human."

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It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien