The Future Ain't So Bulletproof
Almost one hundred and fifty days ago, I fled my home state of Washington after coming home from work and finding my house deserted and burning, along with the rest of my street. Children were crying and people were shouting and running through the streets, desperation and fear gripping every fibre of their beings. Better Living Industries had arrived, and they were burning the town and destroying the rebellious. Families were ripped apart that night, including my own. After finding the dead remains of my parents, and seeing nothing of my brother, I ran.