The Waste

Green Zone

"Why are we here" Jordan asked himself in reference to the confindment of the green zone, as he sat, fixing the green zone's main steam generator. Jordan was tall with brown hair and piercing brown eyes. He had been fixing generators like this since he had turned twelve, for at that age citizens of the green zone were required to take on a profession. They called the areas they lived in green zones because they were the few areas free of radiation after the The Iron Fist Incident. Jordan never asked for his job, but his parents forced him to take it. He always wanted to work as a field guard. A profession that would allow him to explore the dangers of the radiated red zones. Soon, he thought, as he would surely be drafted as a field guard anyway.

For the past month, mutants (called Sidewinders their strange movement patterns), had killed most of their field guards and a draft had been enacted to ensure safety within the green zones.

Jordan's parents would likely be devastated if he was drafted, but Jordan didn't care, he hated his parents guts for putting him in the crappiest job in the world. Mechanics were the equivalent to maids in the green zones. As he finished repairing the rusted bolt on the faulty generator a loud bang erupted followed by many screams from the streets outside the power control room.

"What the fu..." Jordan questioned interrupted by his supervisor walking in. John was an interesting teen. He supervised his entire districts mechanics and was only a scrawny 17 year old kid, so when he walked in looking discouraged, you knew something was up.

"Jordan, sidewinders breached the green zone, security protocol 12 has been enacted," Johnnervously yelled.

"John are you sure, shit must be bad if they enacted Protocol 12," Jordan said.

"Oh I'm sure, now go get the gun out of the shed, and then get up to draft headquarters. They're drafting everyone under 30. Now go before i get in trouble!" John said. Jordan walked towards the exit, but before he made it out John said one last thing. "Be careful out there. Shit's hitting the fan and people are dying."

"I will sir," John said as he walked out towards Draft Headquarters.