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I have heard them speak of a new life. One without worries. Ha!, I know that will never happen. Happiness...yeah right...now that's just a legend, a myth.

This place is scrap. They told us we could have a new life and happiness if we followed them. Ha...That was truely a lie. They gave us their scraps and told us to have fun. Every where...look about you..its all scrap, ruin.

Metal, cast-iron, bolts, nuts, other various metalic bits that have been tossed carelessly aside, these litter about the ground. The air is thick with the stench of burning oil and old metalic bits that have been over worked. They pollut this place--yet they expect us to live here..to strive.

I am crouched behind a pile of junk. You can hear voices screaming out orders, feet running to obey them. There are people, and they are looking for something.

A group of my comrads are crouched, hidden behind me and the scraps around us. We are trying our best to blend in..to hide. If they were to find us...what would happen? I don't think any of us want to find out.

I hear the crunching of footsteps on the metal ground as the booted feet walk around. I wave my hand behind me, all of us cowering back in the trash, trying our best to blend in.

I see the light flashing off of the black metalic clothing of the soliders marching near us. I wonder if they are really even human. I know that no one has ever seen flesh, face, or even the eyes of the armored men.

Their breatheing is raspy, hoarse, as if they are breathing through some sort of device. Their flashlights swing light too close to our spots. I fight the urge to run or keep moving back. I look behind me at the people behind me. The ages vary greatly...between five year olds to people in their late teens and early twenties. I know there are a few more groups, like ours, out there in the garbage heaps somewhere.