The year is 3128 in the lands of Gaia. A massive continent devoured by war and destroyed by humanities greed. The ruling class govern all with an iron fist and a close eye. All technologies are monitored, all citizens tracked. You must pay your dues or face "indentured workforce relocation". The cities are the closest thing to safe. As long as you can deal with the thieves, secret police, or constant fear of being taken away. Massive black walls border each of the 20 massive cities, keeping the citizens, willing or not, locked away from the dangers of the wasteland. Sun scorched and full of horrors ranging from animals to those who managed to survive away from Avalon iron grip or kept hidden from them. Raiders are a constant threat for the few who are allowed out of the cities to scavenge. There are even whispers of a hidden city where a rebellion is being formed.

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Lucky had never enjoyed coming out into the wastes as a child. The wind swept lands that surrounded every city. That was before he found his freedom. Now he lay prone on top of a ruined skyscraper. The harsh winds blowing his worn jacket as he sighted in his rifle. Massive black walls towered over City 13. His target for his next mission. A familiar longing called out to him as the last time he was here, it was when he fought against the very people he calls allies now. He began to whistle a tune unfamilar to most, a song from a game made centuries ago about a fat plumber that had to save princesses. A whisper of the past afforded to few in this new world.

"I said radio silence, Lucky, and stop that damn whistling." The gravelly voice of his mission commander breaking through his headset. With a small laugh he sat up some, resting his head in his hands. "Aye aye Capi, Location sighted and free to proceed. I'm coming down to Join up at the R.P" He anwswred in a song-songy voice before standing up completely with rifle in tow. His feet perched over the edge of the building, he secured His rifle before testing his belaying harness. One second, Two, then he jumped with his arms spread. "THIS IS WHAT I LIVE FOR" He yelled mostly to himself as the ground began to approach quickly before the harness began to slow his descent to death down.

With a practiced motion, he flipped his body and landed on his feet while simultaneously detaching the harness for future use if need be. Then the full out run through the ruined sections of the city. Jagged pieces of road twisted upward. Like massive hands seeking retribution or forgiveness. The buildings around him crumbling with every storm made it a dangerous place to be. The perfect place for a guy like him.

Within a quarter of an hour he was slowing down at the sight of his other comrades prepping for the long night ahead. His CO frowning at him with another lecture waiting on the tip of his tongue. With a dismissive wave Lucky lifted his mask and mumbled " Yay yay, dangerous, don't do it, silence, blah. Let's just get this shit started." He bounced slightly with giddiness like a child. His eyes being the only part of him that even remotely looked serious at the prospect of killing off several high value targets.

Alicia was hidden in her small room, writing as always. Usually, she would write about real world stuff, about the horrors and lies that the government were exposing and not exposing. The ridiculous propaganda that they give to the civilians which were filled to the brim with lies. Normally, she'd write many articles about it, written with each new piece of information that she can get her hands on.

But not now. Right now, she decided to write something different. She wrote a story, about a kid, who had the power to control the weather. But, that was still in the making. Alicia didn't have much to material to write about, since there isn't anything written that's different from the world right now so she could use as reference. She specialized in non-fiction, and unfortunately, fiction is a lot harder to come by these days.

Sighing heavily, Alicia crumpled up a piece of paper that she had been writing on, not liking the results of her fictional story far. She threw the piece of paper onto the floor,where the rest of her failed attempts of writing lay. "I'd have to sweep all these up and burn them soon..." Alicia mumbled to herself, getting up and stretched.

Her room was filled with littered paper, some blank while others scribbled on all over. There was various types of writing tools all over the room, neatly tucked away in hidden places only visible to those who look closely. There was a rickety old desk with a chair to match, with a few books stacked here and there. Alicia knew that before she decided to head outside that she would need to clean up and hide every single thing that gave away that she was a writer. Sighing to herself, she leaned back and popped her back, before starting to collect all the papers she's been scribbling on all day. Once she placed them in a pile, she went to her books and hid them underneath the floorboards near her bed. Once that was done, she looked around to make sure everything looked like a normal room, before taking the papers and went to the "patio", which was the small space in the back of her room outside, which was really the downstairs neighbors' roof. Looking at the metal trash bin, she huffed and threw all the papers inside, before getting a match and lit it on fire.

"Time to go get food." Alicia sighed, walking back in.