Buildings that were previously there did not exist anymore. The whole city had changed and that post office that was once on the corner of Dallas street had vanished. Citizens, before Hater's ruling, would go there every single day to mail off letters, packages, and important documents.. Instead of a busy post office, a new brick structure was sitting on top of the same property. This was the home of Hater and his new mansion. A statue in the front lawn made it completely obvious. The material that was used stood out from the rest of the new and improved stores, houses, and factories.
Factories in the distance produced large quantities of different materials: clothing, ammunition, food, weapons and the list goes on. The citizens who begged back at the prison were sent to the factories to work. If they did not want to die, then they would love to work their asses off. That was Hater's motto. There were unhealthy and hazardous conditions that created an unsafe working environment for the workers. But Hater didn't care. As long as they did their job and got stuff done, that is what really mattered to Hater.
Neighborhoods flooded most of the land. If the tops of the homes were counted by an aerial view, there would be a couple hundred. In the midst of all of this, soldiers pushed citizens around as they proceeded to build the Watchdogs their own homes. The residence were mostly made out of brick and other nice material that looked rather expensive. A few buildings were kept during the massive wreckage. These were slowly renovated and were ready to be turned into stores.
On the southeast side of town, on a hill, a giant prison that didn't get destroyed, was used to house the many people that made the wrong moves and decided to go against Hater. They failed and were confined inside their little, dull grey jail cells. The streets were still destroyed but, in a matter of time, Hater would make them look brand new.
Everywhere you looked, thousands and thousands of Watchdogs were populating the area. This planet was not controlled by the species that once roamed here, it was now controlled by Hater and his minions. The sad citizens at the prison watched out their little window as the reconstruction and the destruction of their homes and favorite places fall apart and be decorated a different way. All those memories that they had were now gone and no new ones were going to develop.
This is Hater's colony. This is where it has started and it's only the beginning.