Dig In

Cleanup Agent W-42. This is what others had been calling you for 15 years. The moment you, a yet fully developed child born too early in this Nova; the moment you opened your eyes, your future had already been set. You already forgotten your name, your family, and everything. A lost chick thrown in a Nest stench with blood and flesh. Identity meant nothing to you, you're as disposable as any other unfortunate child in this city. However, you're different from the others. You're awakening also brought along some resentment fueling beneath your beating heart. You had planned your escape route, a pair of broken wings flapping desperately for the skies. And by some miracle, you succeeded. Here now lies a path, your journey of life written by your own hands instead of the others. Better make no mistakes now, after all, your actions do have consequences......

Writer's note: Umm, please ignore the highly offensive book cover. It is not directed to anyone. It is merely a shit photo that I thought would be funny to place it here. So yea... Good day, everyone!