By Zoe Moga, TIWP Student
I watch the road carefully before I cross. My satchel is stuffed with some food for the next week or so. Two loaves of bread and some cans of beans. I wanted to try and get some bacon or sausage but meat is rare here. The blue bloods have a monopoly on most animal products. For a while, the market was able to scavenge some sheep and pigs but it’s been worse recently. The once busy road is now shaded by overgrown bushes and trees, I remember when cars would rush down it, trying to get to work before the morning rush. But, we don’t have that anymore. Jobs are sparse and so are wages. That’s why the communes were invented. To put an end to the chaos but it only made it worse. If you live outside the Republic you probably wouldn’t know about how we live. The communes are the reason for that censorship, the blue bloods constantly trying to stay in power by putting fear in the people who look at them for help. I begin the trek through the woods once I’ve crossed the street. I have always admired the natural beauty of the woods here but as I pass by empty houses, I feel a pang of sadness in my heart. Most houses here were once filled with large families. You can still look inside the windows and see framed pictures of the children on the walls. They’re all smiling, unaware of the future ahead of them. Unaware of the virus that would kill them. I see the big house coming up. I start to walk quicker and quieter, making sure no one is following me. The big house is small, an underwhelming and empty looking house. I walk around the side of the house, ducking below fences and vines until I reach the entrance. I see a small door, its a back door, once you would take to go into a kitchen or a little family room with a T.V. I open up the door with a bit of resistance, looking behind me before I go in. The door opens to a small hallway. Dark, only a small lamp at the end. There is another door, one without a handle. When i get to the next door, I place my hand in the middle of it, letting it recognize me. The door opens without warning and I rush in. After a moment of complete silence the floor falls. But I’m not scared or shocked. I’ve done this journey before.