I Am A11

Food is rationed. Clothes are rationed. My name is A11. This is my story.

After our governments Ancestors killed off 3/4 of the population, a cancer swept through and infected half the remaining population. Now we live in a bubble, a protective dome. Just trying to preserve our limited oxygen, money, and oxygen. That's when Group A, a long dead bloodline is reserected. Group A represents everything the Desendants hate. Change. But can Group A save the human race?