Room 111
I never understood how it could get this bad. It's 2090 and the streets are still filled with trash and debris, the sounds of constant metal clanking in the distance, and don't get me started on the air. The worst part of it all is the loneliness. My mother always warned me that it's safer to go alone. "Less noise, fewer people to worry about, and you can move faster" she used to say. But I'm 17 for god sake and I don't even know where I'm going. Not to mention having more people with me would make things easier. I'd have more protection and I wouldn't have to talk to myself like I'm doing right now.
