She was gifted. Frank had heard before that even when the hall was filled with booming voices, hers would ring out above them all and everyone would fall to attention. A valuable asset in a leader since the collapse of the education system. If they could manage to control just a small portion of the crowd at each venue, eventually the resistance will disappear.

A cool drop of water splashes off of Charlie's femur. He groans in hunger, unable to move more than an inch or two. A long metal spike sticks through his abdomen and points up towards a circle of light; the sky.
Sunlight falls on his blind eyes, he leans his head back and shrieks in despair; spit and blood spraying the dark stones walls of the well. His body pulses in agony. Squeak A rat rustles through a large crack in a skull lying at the bottom. Charlie growls and writhes around the spike trying to get to the small bit of meat. The rat skitters to safety out of reach, down a hole. Charlie howls.
“Alright, alright calm down big guy.” Coleen calls, hearing her fiance's muffled voice. “I'm almost there honey, and I brought you something special for your birthday.”
Charlie smells blood as she reaches the top of the well. He reaches up; saliva foams around the edges of his mouth. His lips curl and he snarls anxiously.
“This chink came by, so proud to have found another survivor,” Coleen giggles, “But I'm only ever going to love you baby.” She pulls a severed arm out of a saggy garbage bag and tosses it down. “Here you go Charles, chinese food.”

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I missed a few days and already you are chewing at the little air left in your underground apartment. I see you. A face without an age or sex, staring at this window. You're scrolling through the past; trying in vain to find the connection. Here let me show you.