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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The liquid burns slightly as it runs down my throat, but it's a good kind of burn. I cough somewhat as I hand the bottle to the guy sitting next to me. He laughs and pats my back.
"Damn, I would have thought you would be better at this. Doesn't your old man drink whisky all the time?"
I smack his shoulder playfully as I answer. "yeah but it's not like he is sharing it with me, dumbass."
The guy with the hazels eyes laughs so wholeheartedly that I can't help feeling safe and loved in his presence. There is something about this guy that calms me down. I can be myself around him. Always. He never judges me. Never distrust me. He is everything to me...
"BANE!"
I wake up, bathed in sweat as Luke screams at me. "Stop moaning in your dreams and get up! We've got a big day ahead of us."
I groan and sit up... damn, why do I keep having those dreams? Who is that guy? And why do I keep seeing him in my dreams? I can't shake the feelings of home and love, that the dream has left me with, but I know I need to. It's dangerous If I don't get my shit together before we have to go out in the wasteland today. My First big mission.
We've trained for this for days. And finally, our Commander thinks I'm ready. Although I feel like Luke doesn't agree with him. I don't think he has forgiven me for the episode at the ProCreationCenter. But he hasn't turned me in or anything like that. I just lost his respect. But I'll earn it back. Today.
"Are you up?" One of my other roommates peaks in through the slightly open door.
"Yeah... almost..." I get out of the bed and go to the bathroom. I splash some water in my face as I try to make the last memories of the dream let go of me. But I can't. As I look into the mirror, the only thing I can see is those hazel eyes.
"Hurry up, Bane. Or I'm leaving without you!"
I sigh as I quickly put on my uniform. Grabbing my weapons, I head out the door alongside my fellow Protectors. Haunted by the boy with the hazel eyes and the loving gaze.
I haven't seen anything outside the City since I was a kid, and I barely remember it from back then. Only glimpse and pieces once in a while. I walk in complete awe as I glance around, taking it everything I see. My fellow protectors seem completely unaffected by our surroundings. I guess they have seen it before.
The streets are completely deserted, and the buildings ruined. The silence surrounding us feels like a death warning. But I'm the only one who seem affected by it, so I ignore it. I just follow blindly. Besides, I don't actually know what our mission is. That's above my paygrade. Or maybe its just because Luke doesn't trust me.
In the distance I hear something snarl... I turn around, but I can't see anything. Maybe it's a figment of my imagination? But then I hear it again. Clearer this time. The other protectors react to it too.
