The Years After

Chapter 29

        The group of peple and I walked to the Palace in plain citylight. We walked on the streets in fronto of stores and the tourists themselves. They looked at the group in disgust and I heard murmurs from the crowd.

        "What are these stinky fellows doing walking like they own this place." Some man said and I couldn't resist the urge to answer.

        "We do own this place, we are citizens. You are the ones walking like you own this place and I am getting really tired of your shitty self walking around our city." I answered. His wife gasped and held on to the man's arm and the man looked at me shocked and wide eyed.

        "You are the mayor's son aren't you?" He asked arrogantly.

        "I might be." I answered bitterly.

        "Where's the class? Huh? Aren't you not supposed to be with these people, huh? Class young man, where is it?" He said and I answered,

        "Class my ass." Then I signaled the group to keep walking and the man walked furiously to the opposite direction. We walked as if we were boycotting, which we actually were because workers are not allowed in the main city, but we still did. We were walking under the highway which leads towards the outside of the city, out into the United States when I noticed that tourists were fleeing. I thought, Tourists are weak, it only takes ONE bomb and they're scared. 

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        I arrived at the Palace and my father was already waiting, gates wide open to receive the unlucky workers who just lost their home. Men slept in sleeping bags outside in the lawn, women and their children inside. The only men allowed in were the ones with disablilities and the old folks. Most of them were eating dinner when the attack happened, so some of them were still hungry. My father ordered our servants to give out blankets, warm chocolate and soup for our guests. I was laying down outside, looking at the stars, taking in their splendid beauty. The city lights disrupted most of them, but the sky looked beautiful still. Then my father came, he was in his fancy suit, but he still layed down on the moist grass. I am technically supposed to wear one too, but I'm casual.

        "If the leader finds out of what we're doing, we'll be arrested for treason." He said, with an unsettling calmness in his voice as if he didn't really care. 

        "He won't take me, and he won't take you either." I remarked.

        "How are you so sure about it?" He asked.

        "He needs me, and if he wants me, he won't take you." I stated. I thought about that for a second, the Leader can take my father just to have me,  but so far, he hasn't done anything. It was getting late and I was getting tired, too tired. I just headed for my room. I was thinking about today's attacks as I walked, the soldiers won't come back for a while, they were scared away. They won't come back in a long time.