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Prologue; O brave
You could have heard a pin drop in the dark, dank, mouldy smelling warehouse that housed several
dozen tired and somewhat pissed off, cold, tired and hungry desert rats. There was a sea of faded
colours all faded from prolonged exposure to the ultra violet radiation that their planet was left
unprotected from. The `apocalypse' aftermath had decimated the ozone layer that buffeted radiation
and provided those who lived under the eggshell atmosphere with at least some safety. However safety
changed a long time ago, it was a word that some people here had never known, never knew the meaning
of and probably never would.
He demanded attention however; all eyes were fixated on the red haired man who was stood in front of
the seated crowd. His passion captured the audience - though he was preaching to the converted
already. At the back, she sat on the floor, head down listening… ”they let them do
this. They never used force, and they never had to because this society welcomed Blind with open
arms. Our parents sold themselves. They gave up freedom for peace…” It couldn't have
got closer to the truth. Swallowing she raised her head, and looking at him, “and they don't
get it, they don't see what's wrong, but we were once amazing. Long before it came humanity stood
tall. We had science, free though, philosophy, artwork, some had democracy, we had health care
system serviced by doctors and not business men. The police were staffed by the public for the
public, policed by consent not at the arm of a company who decided all who spoke out against them
were wrong and had to be dealt with.”
She remembered the days before they took over, sure it hadn't been true freedom but you could walk
the streets without being afraid of getting shot, the press was free-ish, they had some form of
democracy and it hadn't been perfect but it was better than this. “It's up to us, the ones who
have eyes open enough to see behind the guise of wanting perfection in society. Truth is, we're not
going to hero's, we're not going to be welcomed back in society with open arms when this is over,
but it's not about glory. It's about what's right, about allowing people to be human instead of
sheeple.” She had always been taught that sheeple was better; sheeple was the way to
go…at least she had when she was younger. There was confusion in her mind sometimes about it;
did she believe because it was what she was taught or what she thought?
Before the age of sheeple, she had lived in the heart of Battery City, her family happy enough, they
had driven out to the countryside at the weekends, gone to the theatre, gone shopping, moaned about
waiting in line at the bank…all the things that every day people did. Then the sun turned
against them, it threw up on them a cocktail of plasma that buffeted the planet for days, and it
began to burn. When she closed her eyes at night, the orange glow of a fire filtering through her
eyelids she saw it all over again. Clinging to her elder brother as they watched the sky light up
and it rioted against them. In three days the world was changed beyond recognition. The electrics
burned, the telephone wires between streets sparked and spontaneously caught fire as communications
went down, the TVs stopped working as the static ripped apart signals that criss-crossed the planet.
The very foundations that held together society fractured, screaming children terrified in the night
time as the rioters took everything, burned down homes, houses, businesses and killed anyone who
stood in their way. There was no one to stop them; there were no police, no fire service and no
hospitals to pick up the pieces of a world that convulsed under aurora skies. Until BL/ind came
along. They claimed they could herald in a new world in the wake of complete devastation…and
they had welcomed it. Waved them in like open arms and celebrated in the streets and welcomed them
as their saviours…and the decline in to this began.
“Let's be fair here, if we are talking truth, people don't want to stand up, they have homes,
families, friends and jobs that are on the line. That's their prerogative…and it's up to you
what you do now. Live lives hiding in the shadows of rocks because now you are out here you are
never going back to the city, or we go down doing the right thing.” That was the foundation of
this all in her mind, screw the ins and outs of this situation, it was cut and cry wrong and right.
Sure she might have been narrow minded on that point but it was something she was going to stick too
and fuck anyone who tried to take away those ideals.
As the Party Poison finished speaking there was a quiet applause from the audience, half scared of
drawing attention to the gathering and half considering his words. She just got up and looked at her
friend. Delta sweeped his dark brown hair aside he tilted his head and looked at her nervously, she
had that look on her face.
“Linny…you okay?” His concern was noted and she choose to ignore it…and
the question alongside it, not out of rudeness but more being caught in her own thoughts.
“Just thinking .” Her voice almost got lost in among the hum of people chatting around
them, she was going down she wanted it to be in a hail of fire for something that mattered. Not like
how most people went, living their lives out in the desert trying to stay alive and one day they
woke up with an exterminator's gun in their face.
Everyone was talking to everyone else, hands being shaken, long lost hugs and pats on the back as
they congratulated each other on surviving. Linny didn't want to survive. She wanted a suicide
mission. Then there he was standing there, bright red hair under the soft lights of the half falling
apart building that once was filled roof to floor with commodities.
“Hey I heard about your brother on the Traffic Report. I'm sorry. He was a good guy.”
There was a twinge as he said it, he almost felt bad for prodding an open wound…death was
something they were accustomed to. People died every day, every day their numbers got
smaller…but it never made it any easier.
“Thanks…I guess…he went down fighting though.”
He nodded, a light reassuring smile that she knew was a lie, she knew because they all did it. They
all smiled and told each other it would all turn out okay even though none of them believed it at
all. It was one of those unspoken rules, you never really told anyone that you knew it wasn't going
to be. Linny knew the truth though, her brother got ghosted because someone had sold them out.
“What happened?” His voice dropped, his question prompted only by the poker face
expression that lined her face. She felt Delta behind her take a step forward, he looked around
“They hit an old BL/ind unit on the outskirts of zone four…they were looking for
information on why the Z-Drive project collapsed. BL/ind were waiting. They knew it was going to be
hit.” Sure they never had the most secure methods of communication but BL/ind weren't that
good at picking up on attacks.
Linny watched Party Poisons face turn from concern, to confusion and then realisation.
“Are you telling me there's a mole?” His voice was a bear whisper but still the deep
seated fear and realisation was evident.
“No but you've come to the same conclusion as us.” She felt Delta's arm slip around her
waist as his chin leaned on her shoulder, half prompted by concern and affection and half so they
could talk quietly. That was when the conversation feel silent, glancing between the two men beside
her both were thinking hard, and both were concerned - they had every right to be. Linny never made
out the first two words out of Party Poisons mouth, it was interrupted by a loud wolf whistle and a
It took just a fraction of a second for organised chaos to break out, people scattering in every
direction and Linny was about to do the same when a hand grabbed her arm.
“Go find Dixie, he's out somewhere in the wastelands on the other side of the mountains. Tell
him I sent you and he'll help. Now run, both of you. Run.”
And he didn't need to tell them twice.
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