When everything fell down, the strongest survived, those who had power remained standing while they stomped on those who they thought were useless, as if those people were cockroaches..
The underworld.
The ones who took down those from the surface and started controlling the world from above. I guess they were just tired from slithering around the sewers like rats.
I jumped inside of my car as the car turned into the bumpy, dirt road. I could hear the rocks scraping the bottom of my car, and for a second I was scared that they wouldn't follow me through the sketchy road, but a glance to the rear view mirror took away my fear as they kept close to me.
I parked the car under a pine tree, and quickly made my way into the back entrance of the cabin. There was nothing of interest in my car, actually, it was empty, except for the disposable ring and the box with the rocks. Just in case anything like this happens.
I entered through the back door, being greeted by the things people like Sam have. 80" Tv's, fancy furniture, and expensive unnecessary art. He greeted me, two glasses with whisky in them.
"Congrats, but take off your gloves, they have tracking devices on them," Sam said, taking out a device which I recognized but didn't know the name of. It was a device that uncovered cameras, GPS devices, and tracking devices, such as the one that rested on the tip of the glove's thumb.
"I know," I mumbled, taking the glass and drinking the whisky in a gulp. "Now, my money?"
Sam pulled out an envelope that was white and bulky in size. He handed it to me with a smile and I immediately started counting the money.
"2,500$ dollars as I promised" He replied monotone.
"Okay well, until next time mate." I said as I pit patted him on my way out "and try not to get yourself killed" I reassured him of my gratitude.
People, family and friends were mourning on the streets for their loved one's. Most of them anyways, some people have become numb to these gloomy days. Just 11 miles east was the camp where men and woman become soldiers; just 5 miles west was the graveyard where soldiers and others become the dead.
It's a risky job being a messenger, you never know if you'll be delivering a letter or a war to the next town. I get a wealthy pay after days like these, an example of my pay, a loaf of bread costs .50 cents and a whole chicken carved for me is 10$. Sometimes the wealth just doesn't make up for the lives you know you helped destroy.
I stopped at a car sale, mostly junks but I bought another used car and sold the current. After every mission I like to call them I buy another used car in case anyone is holding any grudges. I get an almost decent car to run with miles and it's like another identity. Green with a little rust on the back but the inside seemed almost in decent shape, a few burn holes in the back seats.
Going through the list I check off Sam and am off to my next client Ginger in New Harbor.
New Harbor was a long way off, and the delivery wasn't necessary until tomorrow, so I decided to stop by my apartment for a second.
You would think that I would be able to afford one of those fancy apartments by doing ten jobs a week and been payed about fifty thousand per week, but when anyone could be your enemy, a place that you can escape from easily as well as changed, is better. Besides, I am a minimalist.
After long hours of remaining sat, driving and only watching trees disappear from my peripheral vision, the appearance of the city relaxed me. Even with the bunch of homeless and brothels, it was somewhat relaxing. One side of the road was on fire, bums putting stolen wheels on fire to get heat.
