Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
A block or so down Sinclair Street, Bo and I pass the fuel pit. As always, we give them a wide berth and walk out into the street. Those guys are never too careful with their liquids, and it’s better not to breathe in whatever they’re using to power the neighborhood grid today. I’m sure they’d be all too willing to tell me what they’ve come up with, but I find it’s better not to engage with them. I’m fully capable of handling myself, but it’s easier to avoid confrontation. Especially when I’m dressed like I am today. I don’t need to draw any more attention than I already am.
It’s Black Friday, which is an important day for us rebels. Everyone is outside their home saying hello, but being cautious, too. It’s quiet as my dog and I walk the streets, but there is an underlying current of anticipation of what might come. What I hope comes. The energy around us is charged, and I can feel it in the tips of my fingers.
I pass the government distribution center, where a small mob of hungry people are angrily waiting for their monthly rations of dried beans, rice, and drinking water. I move by quickly with Bo on my heels. He knows to keep close to me. If I do a good job today, a jar of peanut butter might appear in my mailbox, and then dried beans and rice can kiss my ass. I’ve got a lot riding on this, but so do my people, and I won’t let them down.
Clean air and crystal-blue water are up ahead as I cross into the suddenly clean government office district. Rage builds inside me as it always does when I scan my pass and enter the part of society where my kind isn’t allowed. Well, not without illegal papers and badges like I have. Our kind isn’t welcome, but that doesn’t stop me. Not today, that’s for sure.
I need to focus.
Fridays are the only days that our TVs work, thanks to our half-assed generators, so those are the days we try to make the biggest splash to be seen and heard. Black Friday is what we call the day when they pick a top official to address the country. That’s the day we need it to count. Just to let them know we don’t give a shit about their agenda. We’re not going away quietly, and I’m here to deliver that message. These walls they have built to keep us out aren’t going to work. We can get into their world if we want. Let them feel a little bit of the fear they make us live with.
I have one assignment today, and that’s to punch Brad Chalmers in the face on the weekly live feed. If I don’t get caught, I’ll get paid in food rations, along with the glory of a job well done for The Insurgence. Drawing blood usually gets me an additional small reward, like the contraband coffee I had this morning. Ruining a live propaganda feed on a Black Friday? Insurgents far and wide will see it and slip me rewards for at least a week after the fact. One time I spray painted a crown of cocks on a wall behind an official giving a speech on sexual abstinence. They weren’t able to cut the live feed before everyone saw it. After that, people snuck me contraband condoms for a week.
Those condoms are a frequent symbol of the Insurgence. Nobody knows how old they are or if they even work anymore. The Regime banned all forms of birth control ages ago, and I’d been taught by their teachers that abstinence was the only way to a happy life. Officially they want us only having sex within the confines of a state-sanctioned marriage. They want to populate the country with what they deem the cultural elite.
The problem with that is that most people, whether Insurgent or Regime Loyalists, are so desperately sad that the only thing they have to look forward to is fucking. And with a severe lack of birth control, people produce babies like no tomorrow. Babies conceived outside the bonds of state-sanctioned marriage are illegitimate, and therefore not entitled to certain rights, such as attending school. I grit my teeth thinking about it.
This is the main reason I’m still a virgin. I’ve never so much as been kissed because of what it might lead to. I’ve been on the front lines for a long time, and I have no intention of stopping. Having a baby would completely sideline me, and what if it took me off track from my mission? I can’t take that chance. I have to remain focused.
I’ve had plenty of offers though. Men look at me and I know what they see. I’ve got big tits, long legs, and wide hips. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what they’re after. But the truth is, they have no idea what they’d be getting with me. I’m a rebel to the core, and I’m not going to give any man, even a brother in the Insurgence, my cherry. Even if for some reason I slipped and had a moment of complete stupidity, I wouldn’t give them my heart along with my body. I made a promise to myself long ago and I’m sticking to it.