Beyond the North

Fear...?

It was routine, as always, an execution was taking place, this time a group of people were being led to be shot, among them, Cynna immediately identified that old busybody from the upstairs apartment and her son, both with their mouths covered. Thus, things happened quickly and for the crime of "misleading propaganda," the group was executed. Cynna felt nothing, in fact, she even looked with a "serves you right" expression at the two, but still, something bothered her. 

— "That old lady... I remember that not too long ago she was almost like a big helper to the military, snitching on everything and everyone who went against the law, even talking to some of the guards, but still... she was executed... are people really all the same to them?" 

The day passed, and once again another execution, but Cynna had a nagging feeling, this time the group were revolutionaries, this time, they were hanged, as always without any resistance. 

— "Why...? after all... why don't they give up? No matter what they do, they always get caught and executed. Wh... why!? They... don't they feel fear?"

Tel, even though he had never known those people, always prayed for them, even if they had done something wrong, he knew that in that place; in the "box," that was the fastest way to climb the hierarchy, it had always been like that. Whether it was easy or hard, people always chose the fastest route. After enjoying the day with his friends, he then returned home. 

— "I'm hoooome." 

Even though no one ever greeted him, he always announced that he had arrived, he had picked up the habit from his mother. He cleaned the house, washed his clothes, and made dinner, and then after all that, he would look at his parents' pictures for a while, but then he would fall asleep. 

The next day, his routine continued as usual, he got up, took a warm shower, changed clothes, and then went to work, on the way, people glanced at him, but then looked away, some people even made way for him without even realizing it. Tel worked as an office attendant, and as usual, he attended to all kinds of people, some complained incessantly, even though he tried to ease the situation, they complained even more, and a few others really acted normally; as "the customer is always right," he knew he would have to endure all the senseless insults and all the people who had had a bad day and instead of simply solving their problems properly, poured their anger on others. 

After work, there was no time to even breathe, he would go straight home again, take another shower, make dinner again, and then get ready for college, even though he was constantly ignored, at least it was the only place where he didn't hear anyone complaining, after several hours sitting in the same place, having to copy words he sometimes didn't even know the meaning of, it was finally time to leave, tired, wanting to sleep, he would come home and then lie down on the bed. This was his life for 5 days; and for 5 days, he would have to endure this hell.

Saturday: finally on his first day off, even though he was extremely tired, he woke up, had breakfast, and then went for a morning run, if he didn't even have time to enjoy, then at least he would use the very little he had. After almost 30 minutes of walking, he was in another zone of the city, there, there was a gigantic wall, which was everywhere to separate the zones from each other. There, as the name was painted over the gates of the wall: "Zone 1", few people passed, and it was only possible to see the sounds of cars passing in the distance, so he looked around and then kept walking. 

— "If I don't forget... it's right here" 

He then entered an alley, trying his best not to attract attention, strangely, at the end of the alley there was a wall that didn't seem to match the other structures in the area, Tel used a large garbage can and then managed to climb the wall, looked around, and then entered.