Trapped in a flat was no place to be. The walls were a bright, unwelcoming white. The color wouldn't budge despite the many attempts she made at chipping them. Walking outside is, in and of itself, metaphorical and literal suicide, depending on who you are.
The only people in the world who made, and had cash were the elites.
The world was broken up into 61 states led by the richest. If you are middle-class to upper-class you could do normal jobs. Anybody below the poverty line was shunned, and that was most of the world.
I walked outside to come face to face with an unholy sight.
AN/ so, this is my first real wattpad book. I hope that cliffhanger left you wanting more.
- L . E . O
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Science FictionIn a horror stricken, poverty filled world, No one is safe. *trigger warnings* self-harm, violent thoughts Under pen-name: L
