Soviet Sutton- The life of a Slave
"Grace! Grace!"
"Leave me alone you heartless slave!"
"No, I need to fix what has been broken, don't reject it."
"What has been done, has been done. I can't take it anymore Kim. This country is falling apart as we know it"
I awake, breathing heavily, sweat dripping down my neck. "What has been done, has been done" It echoes in my brain. That was the day America fell apart, I lost my best friend. Not due to the disease, but to the pressure of it all. I am left with no family, no friends, and no dignity. I am forced to live the life of a criminal in a authority encouraged society.
There are others like me, having no life. Too bad they are in gangs, killing innocent people, and making a living off of selling 'cures' to mental people that don't know what they are doing. There is one more group to look for, the nomads. They bring trouble in all forms. BOOM BOOM!
Looks like it is time to go to the Cardinal. This is the place where they count the amount of people and take taxes. I attend to the counting where they do crowd control and re-insert a chip into your arm. The chips are for making sure you don't go outside the territory and for keeping track of where you go the most. Don't ask me why the Queen does that, perhaps for knowing where the goods come from?
I ditch the taxation because otherwise they would through me in jail, but then again it is pretty risky. Here, let me explain a little. It all started about 5 year ago when the flu broke out, killing millions. We had medication but we quickly ran out of it as it was very dire in the situation. Eventually about all of the population in the U.S. died, leaving about 20,000 people left. Anyway, back to reality.