LET THERE BE PEACE

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PR22 POV:

It's a warm, vibrant day today. It's one of those rare occasions we are granted permission outside, obviously with superision from 'caretakers'. The tall grass makes it difficult to walk forward, or any direction really. The summer sun almost burns my skin with how hot it is. I choose a tree out from the many in the area and sit down, leaning my back onto the trunk of it. I take in my surroundings; tall green grass up to my knees makes it difficult to see any other people, the warmth around me makes me want to dig myself a grave and bury myself in the depths of it (in a bad way). I just focus on my surroundings and try to feeel some sense of gratefulness or relief that i have the rare opportunity to be outside, however i would prefer if i had a choice.

After spending the hour we usually get complaining to myself, we get called.
'PR!!' a voice yells. It's one of our caretakers.
'SINGLE FILE LINE INFRONT OF ME, NOW!!' he yells.
I stand up and (with trouble) make it out of the grass area and into the area with concrete ground. There's already a few people lined up infront of the somewhat short, chubby man. He wears a green cloak instead of the dark red ones we normally get. The green cloak represents what role you have in this world - or atleast the one I live in. For example, dark red just means average, green means your a caretaker, you normally get uniform if you work for our Savior, but with the symbol of our religion sown onto it. Science and engineerers are quite popular, but we don't see them as they work in a different building. The pink cloak means that your the leaders wife/husband; the people with these cloaks often switch because they either kill themselves or the 'Savior' slaughters them for making a mistake. The yellow ones represent the higher-ups, the important guys who have a say, the people our Savior trusts. Finally, the golden yellow one represents our Savior. Now, back to the story.

"COME ON, HURRY UP EVERYBODY, I DONT HAVE TIME FOR THIS!" he screams again.

As everybody starts to get into the single file line, he starts walking back into the building. We follow him. I look at the bricks that hold the building up, they're in bad condition. I wouldn't be too shocked if the building crumbled underneath us and squished us all. I would be quite glad, actually. The wooden floor boards creak under us, mostly unheard by the loud, obnoxious chatter and complaining the short man leading us talking to the other two caretakers: a tall woman with darker skin, black hair, a green cloak, and a man who's the average adult size, blond hair, grey eyes. The light shade of yellow coloured walls have paint peeling off them, exposing the last colour it was which was a light, baby blue.