prouloge

I could feel the water brush against my skin- it was warm. I could hear voices but could not see them. I can't breathe! Where am I? Who am I? What am I?

Year 3330, after world war 10 the whole world was left in ruins. The governments were wiped out, whole countries gone, many did not survive, only few did. In the US, half of the states we're destroyed. The US government was in shambles. Many died during the winter. Then came the regime. They gathered survivors and gave them food and shelter. But they had one condition: the survivors' kids would learn how to fight. The Survivors had no place to go so everyone agreed. When their children turned 9 they would go to the center school and learn to fight. Each child would get a barcode with a number. That number would be their new name.

"One to the chamber, I repeat,  One to the chamber" I sighed, as I mumbled to myself "What is it this time?" "One reporting to the Seere". "One" he said, "I need you to show a new recruit around. Do you understand? "Yes seer, I understand." "Good" he said. While reaching for a paper.  Here is his file,  number Seven hundred".  "Thank you, Seer, One done reporting".  "You may see yourself out", he said as he gave me the file. "Thank goodness that's over",  I thought. So we're already in the seven hundreds. We've come so far. Just as I was walking back to my room, Twenty-Nine bumped into me I fell to the ground bruising my hands and knees. "Ow, what's the rush," I said as I got off the ground. "Sorry One, there's a fight in the arena!" "Is it Sixty Six and three hundred again!" "no it's a new recruit, I think his name was, seven hundred!"

To be Continued...