i wake up to the sound I dread the most, the sirens which mark the time we must be awake. Here on the moon, it's advertised down on earth as a incredible way of life. It's not. The truth is it is just a massive dome controlled by the 'Pure'. The ones without infection, the government. The moon here is a prison for the infected, like me. They make it seem fun and I hate them for it.I sit up slouched on the end of my bed and pull my messy blonde hair back with my fingers. I push myself up with a hand either side of the bed, now standing up. i get dressed into a blue pastel dress. Suddenly I hear my grandmas voice echo through the hall into my room, however sounding quiet.

"Violet!"

I and reply curiously

"one moment"

I quickly wrap my hair into a messy bun and make my way to the living room. As I get closer towards the living room door i hear a series of loud bangs i pace down the hallway and enter the living room where my grandma is peaking through the dusty blinds behind the window i join her. As I look beyond the blinds i see 3 of the pure guards lining up 5 infected against the wall, two of the pure guards pointing a gun at the infected peoples heads. My eyes draw down the rest of the street. suddenly my stomach sinks. An infected lies on the ground amongst a pool of blood.

what did these people do to the pure?

my people?

BANG. I scrunch my eyes shut at the sound. I don't want to look, but I do. There is now only 4 infected against the wall now. one lays against the wall with his head down in addition to that, a large bullet hole in his head. I then hear a muffled squeal to my left. My grandma stands arched with her hand over her mouth and her eyes welling up. I completely forgot she was beside me and she has just witnessed that aswell as me. I put my hand on her shoulder to Try and comfort her. I can't let her see anymore of this, she has seen enough. I guide her to her tartan patterned arm chair which faces away from the window. She doesn't seem that startled anymore. She sharply puts hear hands over her ears attempting to block out anymore gunfire. Suddenly something rages me. Who do they government of pure think they are? Containing us into a dome

and give us so little food and force us to live in pollution. Now. Killing us. Intimidating us. There was never

unity between the infected and pure ever since the infect began. I pace through the hallway and slash open the front door leading me into the street. They need my help