It all started long ago, the killing and the money, all about the money. Me and my dog were last to survive in the family. My mom and dad were killed in the fire. Me and my dog have been running for almost all of my life. We keep running, keep running not knowing where we are going. The people are called "The Keepers" and they created the culture of punishment and slavery. The year is 3045 and the so called "earth" is dead and the new planet Clissious which is 70 light years away, is our new home. I was left here to clean up and rot. We know there is no way out, the last ship boarded 90 years ago or so they think. I am the last person who knows about the potential way out and I intend to get there first. My name is Chris and I agree to disagree.
