Gun Shells and shadows

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"Come on Kay hurry!" JJ urged as we approach the fence.
"Shhh! Don't get me caught before I'm even over the fence!" I whisper yelled.

We were part of a group of rebels, we call ourselves shadows.
I don't think anyone reading this will really be all that keen on being part of this book's universe, because the only choices are shit.
You can either live as a citizen-which includes taxes, constant searches, bowing to the people you-and everyone else-despise, and worst of all beatings (beatings are given if you curse, bother someone above you, are out past cerfew, are found being intimate in any way, are found sleeping before curfew, are found with any form of weapon, are associated with rebels, steal something, or occasionally just when a royal or a guard is in a bad mood...)
or join a group of rebels. Joining the rebels does sound like a better option, but you'd be surprised at how few people bother or want to try. First you'd have to find a gang, more specifically one who'll take a new member. Second... Try out for that gang. It's messy... Need I say more? And if you don't make it into that gang they kill you, can't have anyone spread the word of our existence now can we.
Or if your extremely fortunate as to be born a royal. There are 4 royal families all with 4-6 kids. That's a shit load of kids! Personally I think that 1 is far way to many.

At the moment I'm sneaking into the mayors backyard and spray painting the number 3 on the right side of the back wall of the house while JJ keeps a look out for any sign of movement. It was a brilliant plan that Launa, the leader of our group, came up with around a year ago. We had started at the beginning of last February by spray painting a 10 on the back wall of the mayors house, the royals made a big deal out of this but at the same time kept it quiet. We waited another month and a half until the security at the mayors was back to normal, assuming that it was just a one-time prank, then once again someone (Benedict this time) climbed over the fence and painted a large number 9 before scurrying of again with JJ. We repeated this process, paint a number one lower then the last on the wall wait for security to calm down a bit, then go again. And each time a new number went up the guards would stay even longer, there have been a few close calls, but only one real incident, one death...
I put the cap on the can of black spray paint and hurried back over the fence to join JJ. As soon as my feet hit the ground we were running towards our base. Or more commonly know as the old subway tunnels. They were abandoned and mostly caved in after world war 3, very few entrances are accessible and they're all nearly impossible to find.
But shadows are good at going unnoticed in secret places.