Unlawful

Chapter One

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Chapter One

Charlie

"This is your room. Food and clothing have been stocked until you get paid. You will be in the farming quarter. Now drop your robe so I can leave this bloody place." The officer said as he walked toward me. I dropped the robe and stepped forward, my nakedness making me feel vulnerable. I caught the guard look me up quickly, a smirk forming on his face. "Better hide that body of yours if you want to make it in this place, not much young girls like you. Now move your hair aside and turn around." I did as I was told, no use fighting now. "This is just protocol, every unlawful is required to have a tracking device installed upon arrival. If you step off the perimeter of the ghetto, or try to cross a boarder, we are alerted immediately." He quickly stabbed the thick needle into the side of my neck with no warning. I let out a wince followed by a swear. "That’s it, happy living." He yelled as he left my house.

I looked around the room, it was a box with a half wall where my bed was. The kitchen had two counters, a stove and a fridge. I looked around for any source of entertainment, there was nothing. No TV, no books, nothing to keep me entertained. I crossed over to the bedroom - which took about seven steps give or take - and was shocked to find it a double bed. There was a closet that had two outfits; one I assumed was my work attire, overalls and a t shirt - lovely- I thought, the second jeans and the same plain t-shirt. This place was huge on style, I thought to myself. I decided I might as well go check the one room that has a door, the bathroom had a shower, a sink, a mirror, and a toilet, and about ten feet of walking space. I hastily put on my outfit already provided and opened the fridge hoping to find some solid ingredients. The fridge was empty except for two three litre bottles of water. I went to the cabinet and found cans stacked, beans and soup, wonderful. I closed the cabinet and laid on my bed, thinking of what brought me here. No regrets, I told myself, you did the right thing.

I remembered when my father would tell me about the unlawfuls, who they were, where they lived and why they lived there. I never imagined myself being one of them, not in a million years. He had always made them sound so horrible, that all crimes committed were equal, he called all the unlawfuls cowards. There was reason to why he called them this; he said it was because criminals chose to live free in horrible conditions than to face a life sentence or the death penalty. I wouldn't call myself a coward, but maybe he's right, I did chose the easy way out, but is it really horrible that I chose to live?

I decided that today I would not go outside and "explore" the world awaiting. I would sit here and wait for my package they promised I could have. The one item I can bring from my other life. I assumed it was being examined for weapons and bombs, like I had somewhere else to go. I glanced at the alarm clock situated beside my bed, it was already seven PM, a short shower may be appropriate.

After I had taken a nice hot shower and ate a can of beans I climbed into my mostly springs bed and tried my best to fall asleep in this foreign room. 

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The beep was loud, and more annoying than my clock back home. I guess they had these clocks set to certain times in advance. I glanced over and almost let out a tiny cry when I saw it was 5 AM. I guess there’s no sleeping in the ghetto. "WORK TODAY AT 6 AM" came a loud voice from the clock, I almost fell off my bed it was so loud. I went to the kitchen and chose soup as a morning meal, drinking some water as I got dressed. I then walked to the door and stopped, realizing I had no idea where I was headed. "WORK IN FIFTEEN MINUTES" My alarm clock yelled as if reading my mind. Shit! Where am I supposed to go? I opened the front door and stepped outside, it wasn't even sunny here, the clouds were so thick they blocked out any sunlight from entering. I decided to go left. The streets were filled with people wearing worn and dirty work clothes. Everyone wore something different. I noticed some people wearing overalls walking in front of me and decided to follow them. The streets reminded me of a dirty downtown, houses were jam-packed and stacked on top of each other. There was no grass, grime and garbage filled the streets. There was a road paved but for nothing, no cars were allowed in the ghetto, swarms of people inhabited the roads instead. I guess my dad was right when he said we were bad people, the majority of the population were male and they were all people I wouldn’t want to cross late at night.