EDIT:

I rewrote a little bit of this story. I finally got a computer and some time. I also got Grammarly to help with some of the writing. Hopefully, it allows this story to read better than what I typed on my iPhone.

Let me know what you think or if I should continue the story.

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So it's been quite some time since I've attempted to write a story. I have an idea, but I have to get a little back story out before I get into the movie storyline. Please give me tons of feedback. Some know which direction to go with this. I hope you enjoy it!

Stepping outside the shatterdome always brought chills to Amelia. Wrapping the stolen Gypsy Danger jacket tighter, she finally felt her time outside the base was enough when the cold Alaskan air whipped around her. She made her way inside to the hangers, where she knew he would be.

As she walked through the winding halls, Amelia contemplated her life and how she arrived in Alaska.

Her thoughts faded to her parents. She had dreams of her mother. She bravely raised Amelia with the aid of Amelia's grandmother and the father who abandoned her before she was born. She grew up in a small town near New York City. Amelia thinks back to the time she spent with her grandmother in the bustling cities. She would tell Amelia stories of the great Pacific Northwest and the peace she found there among the forest.

While Amelia was in school, her mother and grandmother had visited family and friends in San Francisco. It was then when her world fell apart. Her school was put on lockdown when the first Kaiju attacked the west coast. All the children left one by one as their parents picked them up; Amelia being the last. Her teacher, Ms. Perry, took her home for the night until child services arrived. Amelia was thirteen and thrown in a foster system that bounced her around all over the east coast. When she finally turned 18 and was forced to fend for herself, she had enough money saved to buy her a one-way ticket anywhere in the US.

After everything that happened, Amelia felt the Pacific Northwest was too close to where she lost the last of her family. Going through the few belongings of her mother and grandmother, she found an old postcard.

The postcard was simple — a mountain background with a small city covering the base. Amelia flipped the card over where three words gave her all the direction she needed.

"WELCOME TO ANCHORAGE"

Amelia immediately bought the first one-way ticket to Alaska. She was ready to get away from her past. But Amelia wasn't sure where or what to do. All she wanted was the furthest she could go on her little budget. It the best plan she had at the moment, and she ran with it.

When Amelia arrived at Anchorage International airport, she realized her first order of business was to find somewhere to sleep for the night. In the morning, the first task would be to find work. She found a small inn down the road and was able to get a room for a few days. Using the last of her resources for the temporary housing, she knew getting a job would be significantly high on her priority list. After finally getting settled into her room and taking a long hot shower, Amelia was able to relax and finally get some shut-eye.

When Amelia woke the next day, she went and grabbed a newspaper and a tourist map from the main office. She went back to her room and looked through some of the classifieds. Not finding much, Amelia looked at the time and realized it was eleven in the morning. The lunch shift would start, so she immediately got dressed in the one pair of black pants she owned, a couple of scuffed-up warm boots, and a long-sleeved beige sweater that saw better days. Amelia got her coat on and put job-hunting into overdrive. Heading out towards the small town, she looked for any restaurants or bars that may need help serving. She didn't have much experience, so she needed something entry-level. Servers usually walked home with tips at the end of the night so that it couldn't be so bad.

She walked into the first restaurant at the beginning of the street. She went up to the hostess and noticed the petite blonde looked quite bored.

"Hi, my name is Amelia, and I was hoping to speak with a manager?"

The small blonde with the name tag DONNA looked at Amelia up and down. Amelia being very tall with an athletic build, felt scrutinized by the eyes of this small woman.

"What for?" DONNA seemed quite perturbed. Amelia interrupted her doodling.

Amelia responded, "I recently just moved here and was looking for some work. I was hoping there was availability in this restaurant."

Donna laughed at this, and Amelia perked an eyebrow.

"I don't see how that's funny. Look, is there a manager around or not? I simply want an opportunity for some work."

Donna's look sharpened and zeroed in on Amelia's blue eyes.

"I'm the manager, and this is my restaurant with my family. I'm not interested in hiring some stranger from the lower States who thinks she might be entitled to a job because she's not from around here. We have a sense of class here, and that's not something you have, " Donna glanced down at the beat-up boots Amelia wore on her feet and holey sweater. "Go find the dive bars down the road. They might have lower standards." Donna retreated into the restaurant, leaving Amelia floored at the hostility.

Amelia walked out and took a deep breath feeling defeated. 'This is unreal. The whole town can't be like this. Keep going to the other shops, gotta catch a break somewhere.'

Amelia continued down the shopping strip and stopped in clothing stores, more restaurants, and even offered to clean bathrooms. Although she didn't have the same hostility going through the other locations as she did the first one, she sensed the close-knit relationships of the town. She was getting antsy as the evening quickly approached, and the weather dropped a few extra degrees.

When she made her way to the end of the road with only a few bars left, Amelia gasped when she finally looked up behind the small buildings on the strip. She never saw one in person, only saw the large metal buildings on television or in the paper. The sheer size of it was overwhelming standing before it. She got so wrapped up in the architectural beauty of the shatterdome she jumped when the bar door to her right swung open and hit the wall. Watching a frustrated man walk away from the building made her hesitant about going in. She looked up at the sign, 'The Billy Goat.' Amelia was a little confused. 'Such an odd name for a bar in Alaska' With a glance back at the massive building, she went to the dingy bar with the missing front lights hoping to find some type of work for a little income.

Sketchy was an understatement. Walking into a cloud of smoke with minimal lighting, Amelia passed the dusty, unused pool table and made her way to the bar. Glancing around, she saw one patron slumped on the bartop either sleeping or passed out and an older man with salt and pepper hair and a thick burly mustache reading the newspaper in a corner booth smoking a cigar. A small glow from the overhead lighting gave the older man with the cigar a very mobster look while he sat quietly. Amelia figured her chance for an answer would be better suited for the conscious man than the one sleeping off his drinks.

Amelia took a deep breath and walked to the corner booth.

"Excuse me, sir,"

He quickly interrupted without looking up from his paper, "I don't need teenagers in this bar, find the door and leave."

An overly frustrated Amelia had enough with everyone's attitude and the constant shutting down of opportunities.

"If you bothered looking up from ya paper, ya would see I'm no teenager. I'm lookin' for a job, and I'd like to speak to someone in charge. So if ya can point me to the right person instead of wasting my time just like everyone else on this strip did to me all day, I would greatly appreciate it."

Amelia had enough. She didn't even reserve her New York Accent. She was exhausted and pissed her whole day was wasted by people who didn't want to give her the time.

The burly older man puffed the cigar in his hands. It filled the air with smoke. He put his paper down and came out of the booth. For a moment, Amelia had a rush of fear when the man reached his full height. He had to be 6'5" at least. Amelia being a tall girl reaching almost 6' herself with some weight to her, usually isn't very intimidated, but this man, he made her feel small. She felt like the ant and him the boot.

Amelia took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and lifted her chin.

The man looked down at her and chuckled.

"I like ya, girl. Ya got spunk. What's ya name? Where ya from?"

Amelia sighed, not liking where this was going. "Amelia, New York, sir,"

Nodding with a small smile, he walked pass Amelia and behind the bar. He waved his hand and ushered her to sit while he went into this room behind the bar. Amelia took in her surroundings. The walls were dark wood. The shelves above the bar were dusty, and the tv looked like it was from the 1980s. 'Feels like a time capsule here' Amelia was tossed out of her thoughts when she heard some shuffling of boxes and then a sudden shutting of a door. A feeling of dread ran through Amelia, and immediately all horror movies she ever watched flashed through her mind. 'Shit, this is it, I'm gonna die here, and no one will know.'

While Looking at the exits for a quick getaway, Amelia saw the burly man come through the door with a few sodas, water, and a coffee.

"You're not 21. Not sure what you might like, but here are some options."

Amelia felt safe with the water, so she grabbed the bottle and put it in front of her. The burly man watched the choice of her beverage and took the coffee she didn't pick up. He came around the bar and sat next to her. He looked at her up and down. Amelia felt like a piece of meat. As she pushed back the barstool, he spoke.

"If you're under 18, I can't hire ya. Legality and all that."

"I'm 18, sir," she quickly responded, not sure if it was a good thing or bad thing.

"You look like you can handle yourself. But would you be able to handle a few old drunks and some youngin's that come in from the 'dome?"

"Absolutely," Amelia immediately thinks back to all the scuffles she got into when she was bouncing from home to home. Sometimes she even had to separate the smaller kids from senseless fighting.

"Gotta have thick skin if you're gonna work here. I don't need any princesses comin' in here cryin' and runnin' at the first few words some drunk asshole says."

"I understand completely." Amelia nodded quickly.

"I got one more rule. No boyfriends in my bar, got it? I don't need any unnecessary drama."

"Totally single, sir, nothing to worry about here," Amelia said urgently.

"Ahh, stop with the 'sir' stuff. Call me Tom" Amelia hesitated at being so casual with a boss.

"You got it, Mr. Tom." Tom rolled his eyes but didn't argue. "You start tomorrow. And if anyone asks you're 21, got it? S'posed to be of age to be servin' the hard stuff. But frankly, I don't care all that much. I haven't had anyone wanna work here in years!" Tom got up and went into the back room.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Tom! You won't be disappointed!"

When Amelia went running out of the bar, she went flying out the door only to hit something hard and land on something incredibly soft... preferably someone.

"Ooof" "Shit!"

Amelia looked up with red curls falling into her eyesight only to look into eyes that matched the ocean. Coming to her senses, she jumped up to help the blue-eyed man to his feet. Amelia dusted him off out of embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't see where I was going! Are you okay?!" 'Please be okay because I can't afford it if you're injured.' Her eyes caught him, and she suddenly stopped the dusting.

"Yeah, I'm fine" The man with blue eyes couldn't stop staring at the redhead with green eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Well, I had a little cushion to soften the blow," Amelia tried to make light of the situation but felt like he was scrutinizing her with his gaze. 'Great, he's probably still trying to breathe right. You probably knocked with wind outta him, Lia'

"Raleigh! What are you doing? We only have time for one beer before training!" They both turned towards another blonde man who addressed the man before her. Amelia noted they looked alike, possibly brothers.

"I don't think I've seen you around here before." Amelia's attention returned to the man.

"You haven't." Came Amelia's lame reply.

"Raleigh! Let's go!" The man called Raleigh laughs.

"In case you haven't figured out yet, I'm Raleigh." He stuck out his hand for her to shake.

Amelia glances at his hand but shakes it hesitantly. "Amelia."

"Well, Amelia, I hope to see you around." With a wink, Raleigh turned towards the bar she just left.

Amelia was trying to get over the initial shock of the interaction. She glanced up at the 'Billy Goat' Sign and took a deep breath.

'Here's to new beginnings.' She thought.