When London Falls ✔

   It didn't take long before we adapted to our resource depleted Earth. We didn't make the choice, our bodies made it for us.

   I started with the elderly, then those that were poor. Before long it had moved on and was affecting every living human.

   The government told me I was one of the lucky ones, one of the few that could still have children. One of the few destined to repopulate the Earth and be happy with my many children surrounding me.

   They lied.

   My first child, a boy, tested positive for an active reproductive gene. I gave birth to a baby girl two years after my son was born. Her test came back negative. They took her from me, pulled her from my arms. I screamed and cried, begging for her to be brought back to me. They stationed guards outside my door, afraid I would try to escape and retrieve my daughter.

   I didn't even try.

   I had faith and trust in the system then. Instead I begged and pleaded, ignoring their demands to stop. So they punished me.

   They pulled my skinny and starved baby girl from wherever they had kept her and killed her right in front of me. My two year old son was beside me. He witnessed the whole thing.

   I realized they were treating us like cattle that day. There is no point paying for the resources something needed when it wasn't producing. That's why the children that couldn't produce were taken. They were killing them so they weren't using the few resources we had left.

   I had three more children, another boy and two other little girls. All taken and killed because they would never be able to reproduce. 

   My son and I were moved into a tiny cell when my second non-productive child was born. I didn't deserve the pampered lifestyle I was originally gifted.

   I raised my son until he turned ten. He was placed as a guard outside the tiny my cell when he turned fifteen.

   I called out to him, pleading for him to run and escape the system. He turned and sneered at me. He spat towards me as if I was the entire reason for everything wrong in the world.

   I gave up on life that day. I had lost everything when my son turned his back on me for the very people that took him away from me.

   But I am still breathing. I am still alive. I let them take my child, I will not let them take my life.

I am London and I refuse to fall.