The shortage

Chapter 2 - The outsider

It all started in 2034. 

Women started to run out.

There were only 20% of women left. Then, the numbers dropped even more. By 2051 there were only %0.001 of women left in the world. People became desperate. And when men are desperate they do unthinkable things. Dalta is 16 and she has never seen a man in her life. There were boys in the village of course, but very few and the men that did exist were under strict supervision. 

If she ever did, she ran. 

Running is how you win this game. 

Delta lives in the north county, where the food is fresh and the grass is long. Woods cover the small village on either side, hiding us from unwanted, dangerous visitors. Of course, there have been some. But we dispose of them quickly. It's not very nice but things these people... do. In the last year, it has been legal to sell us. Legal to sell us to the government. There's a reward and that's all people care about. Stupid men. That is until... well you'll see.

***Part 2***

Rays of the sun entered the bedroom filling it with the hope of a new day. No clouds, good for the farmers. Of course, women have to do everything around here. The men we do have already have wives. So they normally are no trouble. Everyone has to keep an eye on them though. Delta sometimes wonders what it would be like to live outside the woods... I quickly shut down the thought. Thinking like that would only lead to trouble. I've grown up here, from the age of 7 I've lived here. From 5 I've been on the run. We needed to find a perfect spot so for 2 years I was constantly moving.

Anyway... As I was saying, it was bright, with a slight mist to the air, I could already smell breakfast and hear the pan sizzle, getting dressed, I noticed a note on my door, "Stay inside. Not safe." I gasped. We hadn't had a straggler in years... there was no way I could miss it.

Throwing on my dirty brown t-shirt and slipping on some cargo pants and runners, I crept down the stairs, my heart pounding in my ears. The old wood was battered and old and creaked in certain places, but it was home, 2 stories, a big kitchen and a garden. Well, the entire town was a garden. 

I quickly stepped across the wide river, small stones had been put there, and people got sick of walking all the way to the bridge. In fact, the river was one of the reasons we were here: It's clean and good for farming. Also, lots of fun to play around in. I stepped on the muddy dirt and walked around, ducking behind houses. I could hear a commotion coming from the north side of the town. I picked up my pace, my brown hair wiping me in the face, jogging here and there. Finally, I reached the small clearing...

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