Authors Note: Me and my friends have had our own killjoy group for a while, figured it was high time to write our story!

I kicked a rock, watching it bounce down the block. Technically it wasn't even a rock, it was a piece of rubble from a collapsing building. We've got lots of those around here anymore, everything is just going to shit. I never really thought of myself going through something like this. War I mean. You always see it on TV...and that's it. You never imagine that one day that war could be going on right in your back yard. That you'd be woken up in the middle of the night by the glow of flames as your city burns. The death and destruction that comes from bombs and gun fire. We've only been bombed once…but believe me that's enough, I NEVER want to experience that again. You'd never think that there would be a time when you'd need to be indoors almost 24/7 or you'd risk being shot by a rebel. You'd also never imagine that you'd be helping the rebels. The government is in the wrong here, and we seem to be the only ones that notice.

One week later

My friend's dad was a huge conspiracy theorist, and that's how this all started. Being the person he is he "knows people who know people" and they're the ones who let it slip. They say the war is going to escalate, that we'll use nuclear weapons and there will be very few survivors. After that he says that the government is planning on taking complete control over everything. So that's what the Rebels are trying to prevent, they are taking out the important leaders in an attempt to prevent things from escalating. We help them out now and then, just a few teens who have woken up to what's around them. They say people like us are the future, so much of the next generation is so desensitized and conditioned that they don't want to fight, they don't want to wake up. They like their little world where the most important things are who's dating who, what stars done what, and who liked their status on facebook. They don't want to know what's going on behind their back, they don't care if the world is going to shit…that's why we need to help them.

Three months later

I can't believe it actually happened. Nuclear war! There is NOTHING left. Those of us who survived gathered in Battery city. We can't leave either, you get too far out in the zones and it's deadly, sometimes it's even dangerous in the city. Everything is going to bounce back though, I'm sure of it! Bl/ind has promised to take care of everything, they are going to rebuild, start jobs, they're even bringing forth a new form of government. Haha! For once I think things are finally working out! Keep smiling!

One month later

I can't believe we fell for it! All it is is control! The worst part…people are actually going for it! Everything is white, houses, walls, sheets, tables EVERYTHING. Clothes, cars, homes all the same. I guess by getting rid of all the differences you eliminate reasons for hate, and that will "improve life". It may seem like a good idea at first, but think, no self expression, no individuality, nothing. Then there's the pills. Apparently you need to rid yourself of all your problems...really you just rid yourself emotion and brain function, then they can "take care of everything". You're basically a big robot.

They were wary at first, that's what saved us. They didn't take everything all at once. The drugs were available, the jobs were available, but life was pretty much normal. In about 3 weeks though about 80% of the town would be on the drugs and working for BL/ind. From there taking the rest of the city by force was easy.

Tanner broke down first, he took the medication. He was like a zombie, but at the same time, he was living, and he was basically himself. I don't know how to explain it. He acted like Tanner, but he was kind of….off. He just had this sort of glazed distant expression all the time, when he did talk it was always about how great things are, and how wonderful BL/ind was. It was almost enough to make us want to try it. But the more we actually listened to him, the more we learned.

Lily sat at the mirror applying make-up

"You know that would be unnecessary if you joined us. In BL/ind Every person is beautiful, every person is equal."

Felix and Lily hit a rough patch in their relationship

"Whats the point? Love is pain. Pain is sadness. We have no need for such trivial things! Just let it go, you'll feel so much better."

James telling us about how he won three events at his track meet.

"you spend so much time foolishly running in circles when you could be helping us make a difference."

The withdrawal is much worse than the drug itself. Imagine being so numb to everything for so long, then suddenly being in so much pain. Like right after surgery when your pain meds wear off, but there isn't a button you can push to make it all go away again. You never knew what would happen in the next five minutes. One moment he would be trying to hold a normal conversation, then suddenly he is violent, then just as quickly he's broken down sobbing, only to return again to the conversation. He'll usually cycle through emotions a couple times in an hour. As scary as it was for him it was also scary for us, one minute he's sobbing uncontrollably and you are trying go comfort him, then all of a sudden he's at your throat, pinning you to the wall. It was when he tried to commit suicide that we realized it…we had to get out of here. BL/ind would be the end of us all.