“Attention. Curfew is officially lifted. All citizens are to proceed to their assigned work zones.” You sighed, forcing yourself up and out of bed, just like a lot of people in this damned QZ, you had a job to do, ration cards wouldn’t make themselves.

You made your way down food distribution center, only to be stopped on your way in. “Employees only.” He spat harshly. “I work here.” You started to reach for your badge but he cut you off. “FEDRA only. Ration’s ain’t come in today. Go sweep streets or it’s a write-up.”

After getting proper authorization you made your way to the janitorial building, albeit with much annoyance. There, you saw a man you usually saw around the QZ, Joel. He grabbed a broom and pushed past you, getting started. ’Jeez, he could’ve handed me one. Douche.’