Protected Slaves

Preface

The world as you once knew it is gone. The beautiful parks where your parents used to take you are gone and in its place are barren places with grass that comes up to your waist. The old, beautiful buildings are crumpling a part. All of them except for the ones in the Protected Zone, those buildings are still up and running so that we can be safe. But I don't even know if safe is the right word I'm looking for. I only ever felt safe when my mother was around but she isn't here to protect her baby girl any more. She's somewhere else in this world. Somewhere outside the safe zone and I don't know why people would put her there but I'm determined to find her and bring her to the Protected Zone. I just want to feel the safety that radiates from her one more time before I am punished for all the wrong things I have done so far in my life.

There is only one other person that makes me feel safe and I only met him when I thought that I wasn't going to survive. He picked me up and showed me how to fight for myself and how to survive.

I missed the feeling of being free, don't get me wrong we were free to do as we pleased but I couldn't help but feel as if someone was watching me wherever I went. Watching everything I ate, everything I did and listening to my thoughts.

I hated not knowing about the last part. If they could hear my thoughts then surely they would know what I was planning to do and that would surely lead to some sort of punishment . . . if not torture then death. But I was willing to risk it all. I was willing to risk what I had built for myself. I was willing to die. I'm willing to put myself in danger. Because I may be protected but I wasn't a slave like so many others in this new world. I was different and that's how things are to stay.