I stand in the middle of the road afew metres from the government of pure soldiers that don't realise I'm standing behind them.I yell

"Leave them alone!"

The Pure Soilders react quick and turn facing me. I'm now regretting this as silence still lurking the atmosphere. I glance at some of the poorly built houses and shops which the remaining infected lean whilst squatting against. That's when I realise, in each and every window was swarming with shocked faces. watching. waiting like this is a cliffhanger. The closest pure solider takes several steps towards me, if it wasn't for his golden helmet (with matching golden armor covering every inch of skin) we would be sharing breathes. He try's to whisper to me but it still echos through his helmet. "I would suggest you go back into your house, However" He pauses for a minute looking down and looks back up lifting up his black visor connected to his helmet, Revealing his is eyes a blue iced cold, his skin pale, dried out pastel lips. Then opens with his last word. "However,- (now his whispers are silent now his visor is out of the way) - we have an audience viewing your act of defiance and tell me, what is stopping a bigger defiance in the future, let's say a revolution"

The words create a twister in my head. The words are attacking me.

"Let's say, a Revolution"

Even though the word revolution and the soon to come and probably painful consequences. But the pure solider is right. what is stopping a revolution. Perhaps this is an act to mark a beginning of a revolution.