I'm oddly fascinated by Green Zone ruins. Maybe it's because I'm hoping I can find Artifacts like this one. The water stained Notebook I found would mean Nothing to most but is most Precious to me. I don't know Why this Story hurt me so Badly when I've heard of a thousand Tragedies already. I just Know I felt I was there as one boy's existence went from Blue Skies to Living Hell.
"A bunch of girls were moving in across the street so me and the guys helped them move in. Man, were we happy to see them! And I think they liked us too. It's so different to be in a house where everything is pink and frilly. I was excited and filled with anticipation. I didn't know exactly what but I knew something good was coming! My dad needed some tools to help repair one of their shelves so he sent me back home to fetch them. Walking outside I remember thinking it was the bluest sky I’d ever seen.
"I was noticing how finely manicured Mrs. Crenshaw's lawn was kept when I heard the low drone of planes in the distance. Warning bells immediately went off inside me but against my wishes I fought them back to silence. We'd all heard the rumors we could be a target for Takeover but no one wanted to believe it. Everyone laughed at the crazy man down the street barricading his house. This has always been a totally safe Green Zone and always would be. That was the general feeling. But then I glimpsed the Soldiers Without Souls and my world turned upside down.
"They were coming up the street wordlessly, marching in double time. They seemed to take pleasure in the shock and surprise they caused. I just barely escaped notice. Luckily, I was wearing my green camouflage and it actually came in handy as I jumped behind Mrs. Crenshaw's hedge. After the running troops passed, a second set came through searching more thoroughly. I knew what would happen if they saw me. I'd be drafted in and fed drugs to keep me obedient and forced to the front lines as shields for the veterans. I wish all soldiers would die.
"I saw them invade the girls' house and heard the screams and shouts. My brothers were taken away in an army truck and my father handcuffed, headed to a detention camp. The girls went from innocent thoughts of boys to dire thoughts of survival if they were ever to see food again. That's what this was all about after all: who has food and who does not. Frozen in a fear more terrifying than I knew fear could be I watched a soldier post a sign stating, "Destroy your pets or we'll kill them for you." Pet feeding is strictly forbidden in a Takeover zone. Once the hell starts it never stops coming. And what once was is never again. This was never supposed to happen to us. I don't know where to turn."