Hank screwed up, On his way back into the city he was caught in the spot light. Anything that is seen moving around the outside of the walls is Shoot on sight, This marksman was a good shot too. Hank was barely able to make it back to him home before anyone saw him bleeding through the halls. He got inside and walked over to the counter. He prayed the water was on, it rarely was and if you ran it too long it could shut down for days. He turned the lever and nothing. "Dammit!" He had some spare medical in his floor compartment, but when he got into his room it had been ransacked...everything gone...He had nothing left...

Hank fell to his knees. Still feeling the bullet in his back he winched in pain. "No...no no NO NO!" The next ration collection was in three days. No way both him and Murphy would make it till then, He had the gun, he could trade that for some rations. His pay for the job he did MIGHT cover one of them...But rent was due soon...Tomorrow to be correct.

Hank heard knocking on the door. "Colonial Military, Open up Hank." Oh shit was all Hank could think, Did they know about the smuggling's? the gun? "Hank open up or we will force our way in!" Hank the the gun back into his bag and but it down. 

Hank would walk up to the door and open it trying to hide his wound. It was the district officer, this meant bad news...Very bad... "May I help you good sir?"

The District Officer looked...calm...too calm. "What were you doing outside the wall Hank?"

Hank was shocked, he didn't know what to say, or do. "What do you mean? I came home from work today, then I strolled around town looking for scraps like I always do."

The officer would force his way in putting his handgun up to Hanks Chin. "Did you know that the some of the walls have exterior cameras now? So we actually have an idea what we shoot at?"

Hank was scared now, They knew he was outside. If they didn't shoot him, he'd be whipped. Then he would still be left to treat the gunshot wound in his back. Then go back to work the next day. "I...didn't know..."

"Do you know what the punishment for what you have done is?"

Hank stayed quiet.

"YOU GET SHOT!" he'd pull the trigger but the gun would just click. "But then again, you already were. SO a whipping will do ya just fine." The officer would turn to one of the soldiers. "Make sure the post is ready by the time I am outside, Traffic hours about to start."

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Hank was tied to the wooden Poll outside his apartment, his shirt ripped off and the bullet would showing clearly. The district officer would have the whip in his hands.

"You do NOT go outside these walls with out my say so. You do NOT lie about it. We wouldn't want to risk another outbreak inside the walls again now would we?" He would turn to Hank. "Now, you suffered quiet a bit, we may let you off easy. In exchange for a change of work detail. The coal mines always need more hands Hank. What do ya say?"

The coal mines, Miles outside the walls, If he even found a way to survive it he would be gone for weeks at a time, getting paid worse then what he's paid now. Probably with the bullet in his back still. The chances of him making it back were next to nothing. Who would look after Murphy? She claims to be able to fend for her self but even if she does find a way to pay her own way No one will rent to her, she can't get her own ID, so next update she wont be able to pick up rations..."Fuck...You..." Hank would say low of breath, and blood.

The district officer would frown. "Too bad, I think you would have fit in well their, outside the walls." With out warning the whipping began. Blood flying in each swing.