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Patricia Andrade, Julia González, Miguel Ángel Jimenez, Elena Llorente, Blanca Martínez

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Patricia Andrade, Julia González, Miguel Ángel Jimenez, Elena Llorente, Blanca Martínez

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My breath stops its regular pattern as i keep driving across rotten buildings and fields of long forgotten homes. There are only 10 minutes left and panic has already taken over the situation. All I can do is praying for the truck to have enough gasoline so i can make it to the station.

Nine minutes left .My brain is on fire. Something's telling me that today I won't be having dinner at home.

This is one of the drawbacks of having this job, you never get to know how long you can last without having any kind of trouble.

As an ATER transporter my main objective is to deliver either litio batteries or solar panels from the LSTA complex (located in the periferia) to the Bovary Station, also known as the central station .

The central station, which was built at the end of the long revolution and the beginning of the lost era, is a structure placed in the most controlled, sophisticated and wealthiest part of the city(also its the only area in the that still preserves the original buildings that were constructed before the WWIII and the resources wars).Here, governors and elite  members of our society get to charge their vital organs (most frequently at night) .Meanwhile,for us, the normal people or how they call us ``the suburbians´´, we just have to trade with whatever we have on hand (for example selling some of our vital organs or even  ourselves to the happiest hour) so we can  get  a small charge from the Bovary station to prolong our lives for another day.

The clock is ticking.There is only eight minutes left. I better start thinking of possible solutions in case the truck breaks down. Nothing comes up to my mind, there is no chance for me. I have to get there before dawn, if not, not only I will lose all of my privileges as the main deliverer, but I will also have to explain to our boss what is more important than our ministers’ lives so I couldn´t get to deliver the package on time. And, of course, taking your mother to the hospital to see if they could perform a shock therapy as the last resource of having free electricity, is not a valid answer. But the worst thing that could happen to me isn’t any of that; worst thing would be loosing my life. Everything could be vanished the moment I land on the road, because our company does not forgive anyone who lose the merchandise, and roaries are always hungry for new blood.

Less than 6 minutes left. I got to stop myself from having these thoughts, I don’t want to think of anything else, thinking isn’t going to make things go better, as my nana used to say ``the most vulnerable people are those who got the power of thought because they are the first ones to realise that the world isn't just black or white but the in between and that drives them crazy´´

I still got 4 minutes left. I start speeding up as my hope is restored . I can now see the Bovary station, is not as far as i thought it would be .I still can a chance even though the sun is beginning to set down .

Two minutes left , the main door is closing, I’m going as fast as i can but i’ running out of gasoline .

One minute left, the space between the door is becoming more and more narrow.There is still a chance , a minimum possibility that states that i  can get through the doors and I’m going to stick to it .

50 seconds …..35…..34...33… I’m driving at maximum speed….25….24...23…just 500 meters left to the gates...10….9….8….7….6…..5…..4…..3….2…..1…..

I’m out.

The truck has crashed against something. Better said something has crushed against the truck. There were only 7 meters left  between us and the gates. I could have got in , but now there is nowhere through i can break in .I have been wright all this time, today I wasn't going to make it in, all my chances were gone along with my life in a matter of seconds.

I am trap.

I think I’m having a panic attack (as all kind of thoughts are coming across my mind), but fortunately I’m coming back to my senses as i  remembered the reason why I couldn’t make it .So having my mind clear I will go to see what happens and I beg Ala not to get to  see it ever again in my whole life, never. As I keep walking down the road to the front part of the truck I began to notice a bright red viscosity(which look like blood but more of the kind of blood you have when you been weeks dead) spread everywhere.Not so far away from the front part, the remains of the corpse that collided against it are still moving , which is not a surprise as everybody's bodies are run by electricity, so even though you are dead, some parts of you body will be still moving.It is so disgusting to watch that i can't contain myself anymore and i puke.

I begin to run towards the rubble surrounding the Bovary station, because  i knew that staying still stick to the truck wasn't a very convenient option.  While being on my way to the rubble I suddenly notice someone coming from my back. They are the Kullu Agents*, who, getting out the station with large weapons, are running towards me.Someone in the company has probably  set the alarm because they were clearly looking for me( this usually occurs when an employee is has gone missing).

These kind of agents are especially hard with “the suburbians” and if you are a woman then it's much worse than been a man or in between. They are train to  think that  we are here, in this world, just for the sole purpose to serve men and if we make any mistake we are more likely to be killed than anybody else. I am lucky I got to escape in time. But the thing is that now  i  am lost and without any references of where to go… could try going back home but that isn't an option if i´d like to keep my family alive.

I am  running out of time so better than keep thinking  how to escape, and I start to act. As a black woman of small size  and with a quite flexible body , it is easy for me to hide between the trash of the city. As it is the dawn , there is  not much light  so it is easier to me to hide. After a while  I see a light coming from  a house ,the light (like  a magnet) begins to attracts me so carefully  that I got closer towards it without noticing at all. As i get closer i acknowledge that  the people inside the house are the same rich people that don’t let us having the same chances as them. I feel that i should kill them, but I know the consequences  of doing it so would be much  worse.

Like an animal I follow my instincts and I enter the house. Once there I realised that I did a very stupid thing.Inside the house, the Kullu Agents are waiting for me and just  in a matter of seconds I find myself  with handcuffs around my wrists inside a truck. I am heading to the court and i know this time i won't be able to get out.

In the truck I am sitting nearby a group of arrested people, all “suburbians”, same as me , and  i wonder how they end up in here , was it because of the same mistake i did or a completely different reason.The journey to the court was about to end with my head being like a boiling pot.Suddenly one particular thought came across my mind , I have not charged my battery since last week , that meant i have few energy left , just enough to stand a couple of hours more before i collapsed. I remember that I obtained my  by offering my body to a rich man when i was young. It was disgusting, but It wasn't like i have had any other option.

I have never understood why the world is the way it is.When did  people become so aggressive, was there any part of history in which humankind has lived in peace?. I definitely don’t like to live this way , with fear every minute that passes by , trying to survive every day ..ect , that can’t be called life.But the worst thing is that “the suburbians” can’t even change their situation as the power and resources is mainly taken and controlled by the governors. With the  Earth completely destroyed, nothing is left to the real heirs.

All of sudden, a girl name Kira approaches and starts talking to me. She is around thirty,of white race  and certainly dirty. We start talking and confesses that the crime she committed was stealing  a solar panel to a diplomatic.If only she had known the consequences.... She tell me some ways to escape, and suddenly I have some hope in going out from this place with my new friend.

After having the deep talk , the truck stopp and the hateful  agents open the door.

We are now  inside the court, in a room with ten judges and a high number of Kullu* agents.

I Know what's coming next , it's just that i don't expect it to happen.

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Patricia Martínez, Bárbara Fernández, Claudia Martín, Paula Suárez

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Patricia Martínez, Bárbara Fernández, Claudia Martín, Paula Suárez

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Ruthless
My name is Kendall and I¨m going to tell you the story of how my life changed. I´ve always lives in Honda, a country where everybody had their jobs, family and perfect lifes. At that time I was 12 years old and I lived with my parents and my 6 years old sister. One day we received a letter where it said that my father had to leave because there was going to be a war and had to go and fight. In that moment I knew that everything  was going to change. It has been 4 years since that day and I don´t like to talk about the war, the only thing that I´m going to tell you is that it´s only my mother and I now. At that time I thought that our situation couldn´t have been worse because since William Scott won the war everything is horrible, we are controled at all times and we don´t have any time of freedom. My motther an I work in a fish shop and we have barely enough money to eat. One day I went to the forest in order to look for some fruits and an arrow almost hit me, when I looked at the person who shooted is when I saw him, it was like love at first sight. Two months passed and we were happy together but one day watching the news I realised that Grayson was the son of William , the ruler of Honda. When I went to talk to him he told me that there was an other country where we could live free and without the control of William. The next day we decided to leave and the ruler didn´t like it because I was a poor girl and he thought that I wasn´t enough for Grayson. I thought that he would get angry but nothing else, well, I was wrong. One day I recieved a letter where they told me that my mother was killed and I needed to return home. I didn´t know what was waiting for me. When I arrived William was there and told me that I couldn´t be with Grayson and the only way for separating us and making him forget me was killing me. You can guess what happend next.

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Ana Acero, Veronica Alecsyeyeva,Belen Gonzalo,Ruonan Chen

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Ana Acero, Veronica Alecsyeyeva,Belen Gonzalo,Ruonan Chen

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STORY: KIRILAS

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THE FARM (Rafa, Aarón, Jorge B, Jorge D, David, Rodrigo y Dani)

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THE FARM (Rafa, Aarón, Jorge B, Jorge D, David, Rodrigo y Dani)

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Martin grabbed the chandelier and went back to his room. The night was cold, and his grandpa stood in front of the chimney, reading a book. “He´s not so affected”- she thought to herself. The Great Blackout had affected the world in an unique way, but those generations took it as a return to their youth days. His generation, however, was destroyed. Waves of suicide and depression had dropped on teens his age, who had based their way of living and thinking on the net. Martin was lucky. He lived in his family´s farm, a not so popular form of living years before, but what might have saved his life.

As far as his friends in the city had told him, nothing was the same. Everybody went cycling and the richest ones went on horse. Top companies like Google, Apple or Samsung had just disappeared, while the need for postmen started being massive as it was the only way to communicate with people away. Newspapers resurrected from their near extinction, and kiosks became crowded messes of people worried about the course of investigations.

Banks managed to retrieve people´s money, but all the information stored on the cloud was lost. Knowledge, music, art... Everything stored  by humans for decades just stopped existing, and books took back the protagonism of other centuries. Light was replaced by fire, and paper took an essencial role. It all felt like humans had travelled in time, and all the industrial achievements had been a happy dream.

Despite all this, Martin´s life and the life of many on the rural society experienced small changes if not none. If there was a big one, it was the repeated attempts of theft of city people who had lost it all and were desperate for resources. Definitely, it was all much harder now that they have had it in their hands.

It was knew by everybody the resources these farmers had, and in one of the many assault’s Martin’s family suffered something occurred.

Martin was in charge of feeding the pigs and that night changed his life, maybe the life of the whole humanity. While he was preparing the night portion for the pigs a light shined in the room as if a star had came from the dark and polluted sky of New Mexico.

He came out of the barn saw how through all the fields where Martin’s family crops where been cultivated were devastated by a big thing that could be considered as an UFO. He could not believe what was happening and as he started to run in his way to his house someone hit him and his small body dropped to the wet grass.

What Martin could remember from that fatidic day was nothing. But 30 years after  ´The Great Blackout´ Martin was no more longer Martin. He served Q, the country’s leader. His family was murdered in their farm and the whole country was being ruled by a dictator without compassion that had the power over the whole population.

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Dear grandchildren, let's prepare some hot chocolate and light up the campfire because I am going to tell you the story of a big lie.
I grew up in Rovaniemi, a small village surrounded by an astonishing forest. It was an idelic place because it had everything a child could dream of. Since I was very little, I had the same group of friends, their names were Anna, Rachel, Jowey and Caroline. They were my same age and we were really close because we all were really adventurous. We were always searching for new adventures, but this was a problem. In this small village, it was forbidden to go into the woods because it was said to be a lot of dangerous and wild animals.
one day, in Rachel's sixteenth birthday party, we decided to break the rules. First, we took the necessary equipment: hicking boots, helmets, water bottles and ropes. We didn't consider food necessary because we thought it wouldn't be a long journey, but we didn't expect what it was going to happen later.
We were getting closer to the end of the woods and it was getting dark. Suddenly, Jowey slamed into what it seemed as an invisible dome. We were shocked and asking ourselves tons of questions. We spent all the night thinking of a way to get out of that big dome. When the sun started to rise, we began to look for big rocks near the river in order to throw them to the transparent wall and break it. We spent 2 hours trying to break it without any success until we heard glass cracking. Instantly, we moved away because finally that part of the glass dome blowed up into small pieces. We had in front of us a new and ruined world. We were afraid and we didn't believe what it was happening. We entered the unknown city and we spent 5 hours walking and seeing all the atrocious things that were going on.
Anna was desperate and wanted to go back home. All of a sudden, we realised there were millions of bombs falling out from the grey sky.
We started to run back home but when we arrived to the dome, it was closed, it had regenerated. At this moment, we realised we had been living in a fake world and now the reality was horrible and there was no coming back.

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It was a cold night. Another cold night since the war had started. We were all starving and my mom had nothing left to give us so I decided to go find something to eat. My older brother told me to be careful just because a lot of girls my age had been raped. I found a group of soldiers that were going to get some food supplies at the airport for the most affected population so I decided to follow them.

On our way to the airport we started hearing gunshots. The sound was louder and louder while we were approaching the area and I started to feel the death inside of me. I saw one of my brother’s friend holding a Hotchkiss M1992 and suddenly threw me another gun. I had no idea what to do with it when Bradley (my brother’s friend) told me to hide with him because we were in danger. I started to cry and Bradley tried to calm me down. He explain that the resistance (the other side of the war) had taken the airport and were going to attack our side. I wanted to call my mom in order to tell her she had to run away from but deep inside I felt that I had to fight for what I believed in. Bradley and I continued fighting for two really long hours when the attack stopped and I was able to go back to my family with some food and clean water.

One month after the attack I decided to tell my mom I wanted to join the army. She didn’t agree with my decision but accepted it. On the other hand my brother really supported me because he knew that with Bradley by my side I’d be safe. That same day, Bradley and I were on a boat on our way to the frontier were I was going to really fight for the first time. While we were in the boat we found out that some spies from the resistance were in it too and decided to kill them. I got shot on my leg and blacked out. The next thing I remember is Bradley holding my hand in a helicopter while my leg was being cut. My perspective about war had changed because I understood that it was taking us nowhere. I fell asleep thinking that it had all been a terrible nightmare