Region 29

Jack Taylor is a 19 year old boy, but to Region 29 and the S.R.U. Corporation, he's Employee #7905. Because of a crime his family committed against the S.R.U, he's reassigned to the Department of Correctional Behavior.
As soon as he's reassigned, Jack knows his life will never be the same. He will be a prisoner of the Region. When he learns that there's a worser fate in store for him and all of those condemned to the DCB, how will Jack escape this sentence?
With the help of all those that have also been cast away by society, Jack slowly uncovers the dirty secrets of Region 29 that the S.R.U. Corporation has been hiding. But will finding the truth cost him his life?


12. Prologue for "Reconstruction"

     Dirt and dust blew against my face, drying my lips and causing my eyes to water. I wiped them away with the back of my hand, which had become covered in cuts and bruises. My arm ached terribly as I moved.

     "Shit," I cursed under my breath. The short breaths I struggled to take burned in my lungs and the inside of my head was throbbing repeatedly against my skull. I sat down against a slab of nearly crumbled concrete and exhaled deeply.

     The city was in ruins: buildings stood with their foundations wobbling, the earth was open in some places making it dangerous to simply walk the streets and the air was dead silent. No one spoke because no one had survived. The explosives rigged to destroy the DCB had triggered the city's Emergency Detonation Sequence, which basically consisted of underground bombs. The Leader himself had ordered this 'emergency plan' in case some of some disease outbreak or internal attack occurred in the Region.

     The plan that Collin, Cameron and I had devised did not consist of destroying the entire city, but unfortunately that's what had ended up happening. This plan of ours didn't involve me surviving the explosion either. Thanks to a beam that had fallen over me I was shielded from the worst of the blast and managed to escape with merely a few cuts and bruises, a massive headache and a few burns on my arms.

     I glanced around and sighed. While sitting there among the wreckage, it finally hit me that I was now officially alone. I could not see the Outcast camp from my location nor did I have any idea on how to get there. Jean had probably moved the outcasts anyways, so there was no point in even searching. 

     Jack had most likely informed everyone that I had run madly into the burning DCB building as it was collapsing so no one was looking for me. A small ceremony had likely been held in my memory the following morning and then Jean would not allow anymore sadness. 

     I lifted my arm, groaning at the dull pain, and tried to reach my watch. The glass was cracked in multiple places and I had trouble focusing my vision so the time was unreadable. The faint ticking coming from the small device was the only reason I knew it was still functioning. 

     I closed my eyes and leaned back, resting for the first time in days since the explosion. My stomach was complaining loudly at the lack of food and my throat threatened mutiny as it constricted, pleading for water. In that condition, I wasn't going to make it much longer.

     "Oh gosh!" a voice said suddenly. My eyes fluttered open slowly.

     A faint male figure came into view. He crouched in front of me and held out his hand to support my shoulder.

     "Are you alright, miss?" the person asked. I looked up at him and shook my head once before collapsing into him.

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