On Our Own P5 Chapter Two (I apologize for my terrible status of keeping up with this story) --- Dawn sunlight was whisking across the early morning plains. It seemed a peaceful morning for the Hellbent news which was doomed upon the night before. Comrads like it when citizens come early, though I try not to make it habit because I don't want them to expect of me and the others a lot. Sweating lightly already, though it hadn't even reached ten o'clock yet, I dreaded the hours that were to come. I moved quietly from the road toward the barbed wires that guarded the sides of the crop that face town. I placed one hand on a steady wooden post and the other on the twisted wire, ushering my self over with much momentum, avoiding the gate where Comrads, with harsh voices and cruel jokes stood, checking everyone up and down. I managed to avoid them, they don't mess with a farm child with two older brothers and an aggressive father from the oil patch. My long hair tumbled behind me, and with the band on my wrist I tied it back. Already I knew what the temperature of the day would be. Boiling hot with killer winds. I felt a whip slap across my back, which was already bubbling with blisters from the boiling sun. I bit back a cry and dug my rake deeper into the dirt. Cautiously taking a look around me and my fellow workers, I could see that many had fallen victim of the heat and had tumbled into the earth, few were being escorted out of the crop toward the hospital. Subconsciously, I wondered what was happening in the other mainlands, if something major was going on in one, something was happening in most others. But here, it was a deadly drought indeed. And it had only just begun.