City of Angels

// Welcome to Los Angeles, 2045 //

We are vermin. We are less than human. We are animals. The city is on lockdown, not to keep the dark out, but to keep us in. They think we deserve to die, but me? I am going to escape if it kills me. We hear rumors of a colony of revolutionaries outside the fence, but no one believes them. I believe. It is the only thing that keeps me alive.

// Introduction //

It is all done: lockdown initiated, the Slums flushed and burned, chem residue from the Purity War and the most recent attack still drifting across the city and soaking into the pulverized ground, the fence up and strong.

All the government and the Patrol Officers have to do is forget LA is still inhabited. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, it has been evacuated months ago.

So the government set the stopwatch and now wait. The earth inside and around LA is poisoned. There is no safe natural drinking water. No electricity, no gas. The air is full of fumes. The city is ridden with viruses, drugs, vermin, and perverts. No one is educated, no one knows how to have peace, and no one can escape. Or so they say.

I have no name, but that does not make me nothing. I have hope, I have strength, and I believe there is something beyond the fence worth fighting for. Worth dying for. And that is what makes me different.

// New chapters released every Sunday // Cover art : A Bryce Chrisholm, Abc Art Attack 2012 //