Warning: These Chapters will or may contain depictions of violence, strong language and adultery that may not be suitable for some readers.

This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons, organization, religions and events are only coincidences and used in a fictional manner.

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[New York City, June 8, 2045]

Faded noises of police sirens was all what could be heard. Time was moving slowly as if it was a snail. A woman holding a child by his hand; was running through the crowded and demolished city. The woman has blond hair, with blue eyes, while the boy has black hair and eyes. They arrived at a large populated area of the city, were robots with guns in hand helped people into helicopters.

Behind them a large explosion was seen and heard by all the people at that area. Buildings behind them started to crumble to the ground, begining a large dust cloud. Debris flew towards the woman and child and everyone one else. Everyone took cover, trying to find anything to protect themselves from the debris. A large piece metal fly towards a robot and severed it's head.

Sparks jumps out from inside the metal neck of the machine. The woman take cover behind the severed machine. She holds the child tightly in her arms as she brace for impact.

Dust and rubble filled the streets. Robots and people were cut down by flying debris. A dusty dead body of a man with half chapped off head, fell at the woman's feet, who was covering herself and the child behind a decapitated robot.

The long blond of the woman flew with the rushing wind from the explosion.

The woman spat out a word to the child, "Hold on!".

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"Argghhh!", A young male jolt to life from his bed.

He sighs at himself, "It's was just another nightmare", brushing his hand through his deep black hair.

In his room was a dirty mess. Almost all belongings were rested on the floor. Cobwebs and dust populated the room mostly. The male jumps out of his bed, revealing his naked body. He starts rummage through his belongings, which were on the dusty and cold floor.

He finds a white shirt with brown stains and black crunched up jacket, which hides the messy white shirt. He puts on the shirt and jacket, before take up a grey joggers and putting it on. He walks up to the metal door. Once and he runs his hand through his black hair; making it untidy.

He opens the door and walks out into the bright outdoors. He closes his eyes, trying to adjust to the brightness. He open back his eyes, forcing himself to see. When his eyes adjust, he sees a large crowd of people walking about. He began his walk towards his destination.

[1905th Shelter Shuttles, December 14, 2052. Level 1]

This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

"*Yawn!*", In the middle of his walk, he let out a yawn to relief himself from his tiredness.

He continued to walk, when he spotted a large mob of people holding signs upright in their hands, while following behind a man in a suit with soldiers guiding and protect him. Walking towards the mob made the place seem to got louder. While passing he read some of the signs. 'Equal Treatment', 'We Are Dieing', 'Better Treatment' was some of what was written on the signs. The mob voices got louder as a few soldiers tried to calm them down.

The boy continued his journey through a more silent place. He walked between a series of homes. An uneasy feeling climbed up the boys spine. The alley was awfully quiet. The boy gathered all of his courage and continued walking through the ally.

After a few minutes of walking through the alleyway, the boy smelt a sickening gas. He frowned at the smell. The boy covered his nose with his hands. The smell got stronger as he went. He started squeeze his nose, so he couldn't smell the gas and started breathing through his mouth.

The young male felt something under his bear feet after he took another step. It felt squishy and liquified. He looked down at the object. His heart started beating quickly as soon as it jumped to life. The boys body was filled with goosebumps and chills. He was horrified.

Beneath his feet was a disfigured body. It was melting away in the pavement. It's body swelled, with deep black eyes. Worms crawled out of its long hair, eye holes and skin.

The boy was sicken. But eventually he signed. He lift his foot out the dead women melting corpse and continued his journey.

He turned back to look at the rotten corpse one more time, "*Whisper* Disgusting", He continued on his way after insulting the already injured soul and the person who committed the evil act.

He began to emerge from the alley as he entered and wide open street. Walking onwards he stopped at small home. He knocked at the door two times and waited. He didn't heard a response, so he knocked again.

The young males nerves started to rise since no one responded or opened the door, "Are you there!".

Still he didn't hear a thing. The boy started to bang the metal door instead of knock. This time he heard s responses.

A feminine voice asked, "Who is it?!".

The boy answered the person question indirectly, "Who do you think?!".

After that he heard the metal door move. He stepped back and door opened. Inside was a person with dark and clean blue hair with feminine eyelashes and a normal body curve. He had black lines on his eyes his eyes and tired expression.

"What are you doing so early in the light time Ken, ", The person asked with a tired voice and expression.

"What do you think, Cyan? ", Ken answered.

Cyan smirked at him happily.

"..."

*BIP BANG BIP BOP*

Inside the home of Cyan, both him and Ken are playing a game on his television. The game in which they were playing was called bip-bop-bang. They had to press arrows that fly towards their characters, before they hit them.

"You're trash man", Cyan said. Gathering his ego with those words.

"Well, that's because you play this 24/7", Ken replied.

Cyan felt a jolt of embarrassment washes over his emotions, "Shut up!".

In the middle of the game a loud siren is heard from outside. The sound was deafening to all ears.

"ALL RESIDENCE! PLEASE GATHER AT THE MIDDLE! SELECTION WILL BEING IN FIVE MINUTES! THANK YOU--!", After the deafening announcement, the whole settlement was left silent.

Ken digged one of finger's in his left ears and said, "That was loud".

"*PLAYER 1 HAS LOST!*" , The TV stated.

The two looked at screen. The TV flashed 'PLAYER 1 HAS LOST' on their eyes.

Cyan looked at Ken with lifeless eyes. Ken stared back at him.

"...You lost. Hahahaha", Cyan broke the awkwardness.

"Fuck you!", Ken said while getting up, while with a smile on his face.

The two exit the house. Once Cyan opened the door. A stream of people were seen, flooding the streets.

Ken stood at the door, amused at all those people, "(All these people are hurrying to see if they can get at least the second class job to bring them out of this hell whole. ..Too bad we ain't leaving)".

Both Ken and Cyan slowly make their way to the middle of the settlement. When they reach their names were already been called. The two stand at the back of the mob, just watching.

A woman with rich orange hair and rare yellow eyes, with a gorgeous white spoke on a microphone, "Ally Molloy, Female, 19 years old, America! Rajon Junior, Male, 25 years old, Jamaica!".

The names went on, almost endlessly.

Ken was surprised while all this was happening, "(This is the most people that they've called in years. What's with them all of a sudden)".

"Finally! the third class job!" The woman stated.

After saying the second part of her two sentence paragraph, everyone went silent. Only a few voices were heard.

"Please don't be me!".

"Hell no!".

"Who ever gets that job is screwed!".

The voice ringed in the ears of Ken. He looks down at his bare feet, standing on the cold steel floor.

The woman begins to announce again, "Angelina Foster, Female,16 years old, America! Jaheim Ormond, Male, 16 years old, Canada!".

The names continue to go with any end. A few minutes pass with nothing, but cries and cursing filling the settlement.

After a while, a name which Ken didn't thought would be called was announced.

"Lu Chang, Male, 16 years old, Korean!", the woman said, leaving both Cyan and Ken in shock and disbelief.

The name that the announcer called was Cyan's real name.

Cyan started to walk towards the soldiers with a unknown expression on his face.

Ken stuttered out, "C-cyan...".

The sight of seeing Cyan walking away from this hell hole to another baffled Ken.

"And Finally! Ken..."

Sweat started to run down his forehead as he heard the first name.

".. Lincoln, Male,..".

Ken shouted in his mind, "(Please don't be me, please don't be me!)".

"..16 years old, America!", The woman stated finally.

Ken's pleading went on deaf ears as his name was called. For a job worst than being confined, Being unconfined.

He looked up at the ceiling of their level and shouted to himself, "Shit!".