Abberations

Zachary heard the squeals and whirrs of the Snatchers before all the others did. He knew it was coming soon for them to snatch them away into the darkness. The metal made groans and whirrs, rusty and dirty. He kept working, panting and wiping his brow from his sweat every few minutes. Sometimes watching his friends, wondering what they were doing here and how they got here. It felt like a black hole, sucking them all in. None of them knew anything about their past lives. They lived in the present, thought about the present, worked in the present. It was safer that way. The more curious you were, the greater the danger.
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Zachary lived in a world--or a place that seemed like a world-- where everything and everyone are closed from each other. There were three groups, the Superiors, Commoners, and the Abberations. The Abberations were the disgusting ones, the ones that were smirked at and laughed at. The Superiors were admired and envied, and the Commoners were average, boring. They were all being tested. All of them. None of them knew that their ruined world would be changed. Forever.