My name's Alyssa Mayes, and my time's nearly up.
There's no time to get more, no time to work for any, no time to go and beg, because I don't have the money.
Nor the time.
But the human mind will do anything to survive, so the landscape is a blur beneath my speeding feet as I --- to the office, dry cracked land seeming to taunt me with its never ending reflected heat blazing through my covered eyes, leaving light trails blocking what little vision I have left.
But my eyes are already closing, gumming up with the thick residue of the tainted yellow air.
They're closing, and I'm in the middle of the mines.
They're closing, and I just reached Treacherous Ground.
They're closing, and now I'm falling.
And I had just turned seventeen yesterday!!
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