Zale pulled off her tattered boots and set them quietly on the ground. She stood and moved to the window, looking out over the yard. Zale couldn't remember grass. She had only seen it once when her parents had taken a tour of the green facility, but that had been 11 years ago. The ground outside was a charred tan, with cracks running through the dry soil. The cracks had a bubbling black liquid spewing through it. The Black Rope.
The Black Rope was a disease that strangled you, literally. You touched this stuff, and it traveled up your skin and threw your veins until it got to your brain stem and killed you... It was more complicated than that, but that was all Zale knew. People couldn't walk outside anymore without specialized boots and clothes the government supplied. The air wasn't breathable, either, because they're weren't any tree's left.
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