After about an hour or so of travel, James and I came across the ruins of an old city.

"Hello?" I called out, "is anyone there?"

I could hear murmuring in the distance, bouncing off the stone walls like a basketball. I looked down the street we were on, the road went on for about 100 feet or so then split in a way where it made the road in the shape of a "T" at the end of the road there was a building with blue double doors.

On each side of the doors there were boarded up windows. At this time I suddenly noticed the murmuring was louder, as if it were no farther than 20 feet. I could faintly make out the sentences the voice was shouting,

"Don't let that bastard get away!" the voice called.

The voice was now accompanied with sounds of shuffling and ragged breaths. I could see the muzzle flashes of a gun illuminate the inside of the building at the end of the street. I looked at James; he was looking back at me with a worried expression across his face. "We have to hide now!" I hissed "the question is 'where'"

James suddenly sprang to life and sprinted to an apartment building across the street. Before I realized it, James had kicked in the door to the apartment building and told me "This place looks abandoned, come on!". I followed him as he climbed up the crumbling stairs to the rooftop. After four floors of climbing the stairs, we found the door to the roof and opened it. I took my position at the edge of the roof and continued to watch the scene fold out forty feet below us.

The two blue double doors of the building blast open. What emerged out of them was a man whose skin was so dirty that it looked like he had rubbed motor oil on himself. The man had very ragged clothing and his hair cut close to his scalp but I saw something out of the ordinary about him.

"Hey James," I motioned for him to come to the edge I was at and told him "what's that thing around that mans neck?"

James shrugged his shoulder and said " Some kind of collar or tracking device maybe?" we continued to watch the man run out of the building, trip on the sidewalk, and fall on his face. Shortly after, another man walked out of the building and over to the man on the ground. The man from the building walked over to the one on the ground and spit on the back of his head while he was on the asphalt. The standing man began to kick the other over and over in the stomach, chest, and face causing him to bleed from multiple places over his body. Finally the standing man ceased his kicking and looked over his shoulder towards the building he had been in previously.

James and I looked too and saw a middle-aged woman standing in the darkness beyond the double doors. She was struggling to hold back two children. The owner turned his attention away from her and directed it towards the slave again. Then I understood what was happening here, these people were slaves.

"Maybe that little whore wife of yours and her two little filthy brats will take this as a learning experience". He proceeded to reach into his pocket on the khaki's he was wearing and fumbled around for a few seconds. I took this time to get a better look at him. The slave's owner was wearing a blue sweater with white dotted diamonds on the front in a horizontal row across his chest and on his back was a black sniper rifle with several spots of the paint missing, exposing the silver underlining.

The owner had found what he was looking for in his pocket, a small white remote. He gave the slave one last harsh blow to the stomach and stood over him and chuckled loudly as he turned around and began to walk back to the building with the blue double doors. As he was walking, he held the hand that the remote was clasped in across his chest and over his opposite shoulder. Then he pushed the button. The slave's collar exploded around his neck, decapitating him in the process. Thick chunks of his head fell with a wet plop upon impact. Bits of grey matter landed on the owner's sweater, to which he regarded with a grunt and flicked it off of himself.

"Hey asshole, clean this mess up" he motioned at a burly man who was walking towards him from the street going away from the building with the blue double doors " take the body around back and burn it!" I then turned my attention back towards the double doors where the woman holding the two kids was before. The woman was still there. She was on her knees wailing and pounding her fists against the ground. One other man who I could see from the apartments rooftop that was inside of the double doors. The man went to the woman "Alright bitch, get back to your cell or your little brats are next". The man in the khakis and sweater entered the double doors again and told the two guards on both sides of the doors to close them. The doors slammed shut with a loud bang that echoed throughout the street.