Sheryl Henderson

Fermentation

T oday marks the ten-year anniversary of when General Loch Snow and his totalitarian regime took over M-city. I was thirteen at the time and lived in a normal neighbourhood where kids played in the streets. My mom was an accountant and my dad was a doctor. We were an ordinary family until a motorcade paraded through our town with a fleet of large vans. They rounded up everyone and separated the adults and children. My friends Dexter, Winnie, Vinyl, my dog Hoax, and I secretly rode our bikes to the next city over to play in the creek. We all heard the sirens and bombs go off. A grayish brown smoke filled the air and neighboring towns had to evacuate. We fled to take cover in our secret hideout.