Hank would wake up from yet another nightmare, it's been five years since he got into the colony. He lives alone in one of the run down apartment buildings ran by yet another barrier. Hank works on construction and maintenance of the outer wall. After all someone has to do it. He does what ever he can to forget the horrible times inside the walls, But after all it's better then outside. Right?

Hank got dressed and left his room, He was low of rations and it was ration day. He just hoped that the rations were not cut today, dead bodies can still be spelled in the alleys from people starving to death and not being able to pay rent, or just not having enough.

Hank would start walking down the street, people were everywhere but few talked over a whisper, Too many feared the 'Soldiers' that guarded them from the infected. On his way to the ration line in District 7 he noticed the fortified inner wall. "Over a thousand of us, maybe 200 soldiers on this side of the wall. And maybe another 200 on the inside of the fort. Though none of the uprisings in the past ever worked. The soldiers still had guns. The barriers had some tools." Hank dreamed of the day when things would get better, But he knew the governors just kept around the barriers for work, and then they were kept in horrible conditions to die off to prevent over population.

Hank lived in district 10, His officer was known for whipping for the slightest violation of rules. And in banishment, exile, but at the gate the exiled were normally shot in the leg by his officer. This was done to slow down the exiled, and to draw the infected. 

Hank would keep walking, trying not to think about the other side of the inner wall.