It's the year 2038 and a deadly virus has consumed the world for more than 14 years.
In Denmark, an unknown politician took it upon himself to create a safe space from the infected. As long as you abide by the 8 Obligations, you are allowed to live...
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It seems impossible. We've been searching for hours, but we can't find anything that supports Clary's story about food trucks. Ever since she told me about the farmers in Jutland, I've been hoping. We are low on supplies, so I really need us to catch a break. If we could find evidence of a truck, we can follow the path and see if it really comes from across the sea.
If only we find proof, I won't hesitate to assemble a team to go across the ocean. To get some seeds. We have used every last one we had. We won't survive if we can't grow our own food. We are running low on deer too. At this rate we might need to choose between starving to death, becoming an Anthroe or surrender to the city, and hope they'll let some of us live. Which is highly unlikely. And that's why I've put so much effort into this mission. Almost every single hunter and scavenger is out here today, searching for clues. I can only hope that the hostel won't get attacked, because there isn't anyone to defend those we left behind.
"It can't be for nothing..." I hiss as I watch the people I swore to protect, risk their life to look for clues.
"That's what happens when you trust a Privi."
I sigh loudly as Alec comes up to me.
"We are not having this debate again, Alec. Either you trust my judgement, or you don't. That's it."
"I trust you," He pokes me in the chest, "not some silly girl who most likely is a spy for The City."
"And I trust her. End of discussion."
"Why?" I can see the confusion in his eyes. "Why do you trust her?"
He's got me there. I have no fucking clue. But I do.
"I said end of discussion, Lightwood!"
I know I'm not being fair. He's got a point, and I'm pulling rank. Bad Jace. Bad, bad Jace.
Alec shakes his head with the most disappointed look. Then he walks over the team Beta to ask about their findings.
"JACE"
The static in my walkie talkie is almost concealing the sound of my name. I hook it of my belt and answer.
"Delta, have you found anything?"
Static... nothing else...
"Delta, I can't hear you..."
Static.
"Delta, come in!"
I'm almost yelling now. Alec runs towards me with team beta right at his heels.
"Jace, what's wrong?"
"It's Delta... I think... it sounded like Jakob... but he's not responding again." I speak into the walkie once more. "Delta, come in!".
