Will Lewis

The Federation

Tearing cloth was the first thing I heard when I pulled my leg through the barbed wire, then I felt the trickle of blood. Flat on my stomach and pulling myself under the razor wire, my hands were so dirty that I had to just let my leg bleed. I was more upset about my pants than my cuts anyway. We found a bunch of blue jeans in the back of a truck somewhere near Detroit. A nice pair of jeans. One of those pleasures from before the world changed. My wonderful jeans were getting shredded, and me with them.