The Hostile Resistance

A dusty wasteland that stretches for miles, that's what most of us call our home now,well, those of us unable to live in the "Utopian City" built by our government.

I'm the son of a legend here in the wastelands, one of the four people who started this resistance to help regain our rights and home, my father and four others started this back when he returned to the country after being abandoned while serving the military. He was serving during the time I was three at that time he only knew two others, as he served the government started cutting essential things like education, law enforcement, and waste management. All this this just so they can begin the "Utopia" project. Eventually they actually remove the defense department and left those in the field with no way back unless they had "friends" which is what my dad had. By the time he had gotten home I was at least ten and was living with a small group of nomads, my mother had fallen to sickness and passed away.