The City of the 50

1: Moving Day

James sat up straight on his bed. He turned to the side to see his wife, Mary, sleeping under the covers. James looked around the bedroom. It was a decent sized room. The room was extremely clean sense they were moving. Moving to a new country in Europe was an insane idea to him, he always stayed in France, after he moved away from England, of course. He met his wife in France, he stayed there for five years. But now, they needed change.

Mary turned over to face James.
"Good Morning." She said in a relaxed tone. She had a French accent, James had a British one.
"Morning, we better get going." He said as he put on a clean shirt from their suitcase. James started to change pants to a pair of jeans.
"Do you think this place really would be, perfect?"
"Maybe, let's hope. It would be a great place to start a family." James always stayed on the bright side of things. That was a feeling that would soon change. James started out the door and to the truck. He started the GPS system up and typed in the address. The new country they were moving to is a city state. It always was seen on advertisements as a "perfect city". James for some reason didn't seem to be very excited about the perfect city. He always saw the commercials and thought something seemed, off. James put that to the side, as long as he could make his wife happy. James stuffed the suitcase into the back of the truck.

Mary soon hopped into the truck with James.
"We ready?" James asked his wife.
"I am!" She responded with a cheery smile. James looked at Mary's outfit. She was wearing a pink dress with flowers painted on it. James smiled at the dress, it was the same dress she wore to their first date. James started the truck up and they drove off. They drove down the road and out of the neighborhood. Before you knew it they were leaving France. They would take 25 hours to get from France to what used to be Albania. The "perfect city" used to be Albania before it had a new leader. The leader is still unknown to the public but is often referred to as the Overseer.
"We need to stop to sleep somewhere." She reminded James.
"Your right. We'll try to find a good hotel." James responded keeping his eyes on the road. They kept driving down country roads and soon they found more cities, they kept driving until it started to get dark. Once it was they pulled over at a small motel. James and Mary hopped out the car and walked inside. They payed for a room for one night and went to their room. The couple laid down in bed and fell asleep, ready for the rest of the travel in the morning.