Ghost of the Alpha

Chapter 1-Belledonna

I am nothing but chemicals. Nothing but the smell of bleach, disinfectant, and soap. Nothing more. Nothing less. I have resigned myself to my fate. My role. For five years the werewolves have ruled. For five years they've captured, controlled, and killed humans for their crimes against their wolf kin.

For those that survived, we are now their servants. The lowest rung of society, with no eccape from our assigned residential Wolf Republic quadrants. Our houses only big enough for our most basic needs. Then there are the jobs, the ones no one would want. The ones dangerous even for our rulers. I am lucky to have one so menial, that it is ridiculously safe. I work as a cleaner for the South Quadrant's wolf hospital in the remnants of Washington D.C . I do my job so well, even by the standard of the iron fisted hospital director, that I earn enough to feed myself, clothe myself, and house myself.

But, there is a cost. I barely sleep, I only think of cleaning. Only dream of sitting at my metal table and chair in my miniscual apartment, sipping from a can of cheap watered down soup. This is my reality. This is where I will stay. Even though I've lived for twenty years, it still feels long and dull. I have no hope for change. No hope for my choices to have made any difference.

I have contentment and constant quiet. No one to look for me. No one after me. I am nothing more than information on a paper, placed within a folder along with thousands of others. A roster of people for the wolves to exploit. But, even then I am no one. The paper is forged, my name fake. All of it fake. I am a ghost. I am human.

That is all I shall ever be.