Alicia was hidden in her small room, writing as always. Usually, she would write about real world stuff, about the horrors and lies that the government were exposing and not exposing. The ridiculous propaganda that they give to the civilians which were filled to the brim with lies. Normally, she'd write many articles about it, written with each new piece of information that she can get her hands on. 

But not now. Right now, she decided to write something different. She wrote a story, about a kid, who had the power to control the weather. But, that was still in the making. Alicia didn't have much to material to write about, since there isn't anything written that's different from the world right now so she could use as reference. She specialized in non-fiction, and unfortunately, fiction is a lot harder to come by these days. 

Sighing heavily, Alicia crumpled up a piece of paper that she had been writing on, not liking the results of her fictional story far. She threw the piece of paper onto the floor,where the rest of her failed attempts of writing lay. "I'd have to sweep all these up and burn them soon..." Alicia mumbled to herself, getting up and stretched. 

Her room was filled with littered paper, some blank while others scribbled on all over. There was various types of writing tools all over the room, neatly tucked away in hidden places only visible to those who look closely. There was a rickety old desk with a chair to match, with a few books stacked here and there. Alicia knew that before she decided to head outside that she would need to clean up and hide every single thing that gave away that she was a writer. Sighing to herself, she leaned back and popped her back, before starting to collect all the papers she's been scribbling on all day. Once she placed them in a pile, she went to her books and hid them underneath the floorboards near her bed. Once that was done, she looked around to make sure everything looked like a normal room, before taking the papers and went to the "patio", which was the small space in the back of her room outside, which was really the downstairs neighbors' roof. Looking at the metal trash bin, she huffed and threw all the papers inside, before getting a match and lit it on fire. 

"Time to go get food." Alicia sighed, walking back in.