We stood, marveling at our new clothes. Never before in our lives had we worn something so new, and so clean.
It was the day we would begin our plan. We packed our few belongings, and headed over to the north side, avoiding everyone in our path. Even something as little as eye contact could spark a fight.
We arrived just as the garbage truck was pulling up. Watching the disposal team remove each bag of refuse one by one was excruciating. Our escape to the Inner Circle would have to be timed down to the last second.
They emptied the last bag, and the workers filed into the vehicle. The second the door slammed shut, we ran.
121 grabbed onto the back of the truck, my hands grasping the same metal fixture just moments before the vehicle sped off.
"Remember," I shouted, struggling to be heard over the roar of machinery,
"We can't talk to anyone once we're inside."
"Yeah, we have to keep low profiles."
"They speak differently than we do, the Inner Circle accent sounds very different from ours. They'll peg us as Forgotten in an instant."
She finally got the door lock opened, and we scrambled inside as the gates to the beautiful city of Purity emerged over the horizon.
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The Forgotten Numbers
خيال علمي602 and 121 are sent on a mission to save the so called "utopia" of Purity but end up learning so much more about their past and who they really are! This story will take you on an adventure filled with twists and turns as you follow along through t...
