The Fighters (Work In Progress [Incomplete])
After World War III, the men thought we were useless. They didn't think we could do anything so they locked us up in small, underground rooms. It's where we live. Every once in awhile, the men will come down and have children with the women. If they're girls, they're raised with their mothers, below ground. If they are boys, they're raised with their fathers, above ground.
Please remember that this story is a work in progress, I have been working on it for a little while, but like said; it is incomplete and still going through editing. Please try to notify me if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes, or if you have something to say about the story. Thanks. Enjoy!