Answering to the dark

The musky smoke smell of the bitter air filled my lungs. But the smell is familiar as any in this hell of a city and either way this is the new age and only the tiger class gets the real clean air, the rest of us are just here, left to die. But we have to be contained in the new era because we are all the ancestors of the rebels that caused the downfall of the 45th century, so we need to be “contained”. Although the conditions are not even close to surviving I am okay, so don’t worry about me I am always part of the hybrids that escape to the city, that is where my main home is. I am here in this homeless build because, the viper class checks up on us so they know that we are all accounted for so us hybrids come back …show more content…
This is the 1895 N.E. and it is the frost. The new era divides the people into classes, tiger which are the rich and government leaders, vipers, which are the soldiers, the leopard are the poor, and the hyenas are the homeless, (I know ironic name because they are the scavengers of the wasteland just out of town) and last the underground, more secret class, the hybrids, and we are the rebels, we are constantly trying to take down this hell they call a city. I am part of two classes, the hyenas because I am homeless and the hybrids because I am a rebel but that is not the main part of this story I am going to tell I wasn’t always like this not always so outgoing and open it was only a month ago that I was a street skank. These are the people that are almost gone. I have grown up an orphan because my dang folks abandoned me on the steps of the madhouse. Just for putting me …show more content…
For the other 10 years I have been hiding in the shadows and I had a poor mental state. I was mad at everyone closed off and I have my own share of anger issues. I was scarred and I would close myself from the world. But like any runaway I had no where to go so I sat on the streets, and I have to admit that I really had no intentions for doing anywhere in life, well, that was until about one month ago on one of the warmer nights of the freeze. I was in my new home that I had created. I don’t mean to be obnoxious but I actually did a good job on that thing. I had to leave it in the end but I had created it over the 6 years. It was a comfy home that was once used as a bunker in the downfall of the 45th century. I built over it with trash to make it look like an ordinary trash pile but the inside is really quite cool. On that warmer night I had just got back from my dinner in the dumpster behind the chinese restaurant. I remember it as if it was just yesterday. It was a musky night with thick air from the city. With the bright stars shining down on me there was a shadow watching me. I knew that they were there, their start feltlike a beam on my back. I looked around, “who is there, your presence does not