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Commune Alpha was a large place, a safe place. Something like that was rare in these times. It's walls stood strong, mounted with some of the best military grade artillery available. This place was a fortress, nothing could get in without being approved by the millitary and the lab officials that controlled the commune. However, even in such a safe place, things were starting to slip.
Over population was taking its toll on the food supply, causing prices to rise and starvation to become a major problem. Crime also grew at such a rapid pace the the police force had trouble keeping up with it. In the mist of the chaos it seemed the the strong commune that had surived for so long would crumble from inner turmoil, but fate was not done with them yet...
A call for new test subjects was posted in the town square a few days before, the experiment testing a new serum that had been developed. There were not many details but the promised paycheck that came with it caught many civilians eyes. Many went in to be examined and interviewed to see if they were qualified for the job. Most were turned away while a chosen few were invited back into the labs burried deep under the surface of the guarded city, an honor that was rare even for some of the most power officials.
Those that were selected were sent a letter with a time and date, followed by a set of instrustions to help them find the proper room.
That was where Harper was currently going.
Harper trotted down the street quickly, holding up the skirt of her long cotton jumper so she could move faster. A hearty cough passed her lips as she pushed herself to move faster, her weak body not used to working so hard. To her this was the chance of a lifetime, to finally be independent of the help and nursing that her parents had given her since she was a baby. With the money from the job she could finally start to pay for her apartment on her own instead of her father pouring all of the money from his job into it. She always felt guilty for making her parents take care of her so much and now it was her chance to finally do it herself.
As she arrived to the center of the town the elevators came into the view. The very things that connected the labs to the city, the veins that fed the houses with power and delievered food to keep the innocent alive and the strong going. Unlike the scenery around them, which looked akin to old time England with it's cobble stone streets and old styled buildings, the elevators were a bright shiny silver with pale blue lights aluminating the outside. It was a clash of times that she couldn't help but find alluring, the clean power of the furture mixing with the strength of past structures that still stood.
For a moment she just stood and watched people enter and exit the elevators in a massive rush, her hands clinging to the letter. Off in the distance she could hear a store owner calling out to the people to buy his wears, probably too poor to afford a proper advertisement in the paper. A sudden jolt from a tall passerby running into her woke her from her awed state and she quickly scurried over to an emptying elevator. She hoped to ride down on her own, not because she was anti-social but because she did not want to pass on her current sickness, a nasty cold at had her with a nasty fever and horrid cough. The only thing that kept her on her feet today was the fact that she desperately wanted to make a good impression and not call in sick before she was even working.
When the elevator was finally empty she stepped in and looked at her letter, pressing the instructed button and waiting for the doors to close, though all the doors had a long pause time to allow plenty of people to enter, whatever their business may be...
Over population was taking its toll on the food supply, causing prices to rise and starvation to become a major problem. Crime also grew at such a rapid pace the the police force had trouble keeping up with it. In the mist of the chaos it seemed the the strong commune that had surived for so long would crumble from inner turmoil, but fate was not done with them yet...
A call for new test subjects was posted in the town square a few days before, the experiment testing a new serum that had been developed. There were not many details but the promised paycheck that came with it caught many civilians eyes. Many went in to be examined and interviewed to see if they were qualified for the job. Most were turned away while a chosen few were invited back into the labs burried deep under the surface of the guarded city, an honor that was rare even for some of the most power officials.
Those that were selected were sent a letter with a time and date, followed by a set of instrustions to help them find the proper room.
That was where Harper was currently going.
Harper trotted down the street quickly, holding up the skirt of her long cotton jumper so she could move faster. A hearty cough passed her lips as she pushed herself to move faster, her weak body not used to working so hard. To her this was the chance of a lifetime, to finally be independent of the help and nursing that her parents had given her since she was a baby. With the money from the job she could finally start to pay for her apartment on her own instead of her father pouring all of the money from his job into it. She always felt guilty for making her parents take care of her so much and now it was her chance to finally do it herself.
As she arrived to the center of the town the elevators came into the view. The very things that connected the labs to the city, the veins that fed the houses with power and delievered food to keep the innocent alive and the strong going. Unlike the scenery around them, which looked akin to old time England with it's cobble stone streets and old styled buildings, the elevators were a bright shiny silver with pale blue lights aluminating the outside. It was a clash of times that she couldn't help but find alluring, the clean power of the furture mixing with the strength of past structures that still stood.
For a moment she just stood and watched people enter and exit the elevators in a massive rush, her hands clinging to the letter. Off in the distance she could hear a store owner calling out to the people to buy his wears, probably too poor to afford a proper advertisement in the paper. A sudden jolt from a tall passerby running into her woke her from her awed state and she quickly scurried over to an emptying elevator. She hoped to ride down on her own, not because she was anti-social but because she did not want to pass on her current sickness, a nasty cold at had her with a nasty fever and horrid cough. The only thing that kept her on her feet today was the fact that she desperately wanted to make a good impression and not call in sick before she was even working.
When the elevator was finally empty she stepped in and looked at her letter, pressing the instructed button and waiting for the doors to close, though all the doors had a long pause time to allow plenty of people to enter, whatever their business may be...