Lies

LIES
Prologue
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тАЩs POV:

It was hard to remember a time when the world was green. When the wind was soft and never filled with harsh dust. When water was everywhere and never scarce. When the world was filled with life. It seems so far away.

I remember when London was filled with glory and bustling streets. A time when the ocean was clean, before the rain had stopped.

Then The London Eye became rusted, Big Ben wasted away, and The River Thames ran dry. Those who had survived the great change were lucky. I remember my comfortable life and how much it had hurt to see it disappear. My brother and his friends thought it would be best to leave. London was unlivable, there was little food or fuel left, and fires had begun to consume the city. We had to leave. We found the refugee city of Wonderland about two hundred miles. Who would have known that pollution would have turned everything into a barren land?

Certainly not me.

Sometimes I wish I would have listened to when he told me that I needed to recycle. I often wonder if I could have made a difference.

Wonderland wasnтАЩt that bad a place. It was cheesily named after Alice in Wonderland and, sure, it was dusty like everywhere else had been, but at least it was a place to live. I had a house to live in; it was small and shared with , , , and , but at least we werenтАЩt on the streets. Others hadnтАЩt been so lucky.

But Wonderland was in the shadows of something much greater. No more than ten miles away, was this huge iron city, the Iron Werks, and thatтАЩs where all of WonderlandтАЩs water came from. They purified the sea water, and made it pure enough for us to use. IтАЩve frequently had nightmares of iron and fire and shudder when I see the tall towers of the city looming in the horizon. When someone goes into the Iron Werks, they never come back. Water was essential in our lives. It was the only thing we had for fuel. No one had the tools to try to find oil, and no one dared to even try to find it. We didnтАЩt know what was underground. We had to develop new parts for our old cars so they could still run. It was hard, but worth it.

But, if the water was pure and clean, it had so many uses. Every adult in Wonderland was allowed four gallons every two weeks. I had gotten used to always being thirsty and always being covered in dirt. You eventually forget what the words тАЬcomfortтА? and тАЬbeautifulтА? meant. The water never lasted long enough, and was always complaining about it. I donтАЩt blame him, he was used to getting anything he wanted. He used to be a famous musician, and now he was reduced to this. He had to give up his music, he could no longer do what he loved most. They all had, but it had hurt the most.

wanted to get away, to go beyond the walls of Wonderland and to see if some part of England was still green. Everything couldnтАЩt have been turned to dust. There had to be life somewhere. But traveling in тАЩs van used a lot of water, especially since the hydra cell was cracked. We couldnтАЩt fix it, weтАЩd tried everything, so we just had to deal. It would be almost impossible to find the part.

тАЬItтАЩs not all bad,тА? would always say when weтАШd run out of water. тАЬIt could always be worse.тА?

He certainly had no idea how true his words actually were.