Clover's Heart

Seattle has always been the home of 17 year old Clover Carter. Seattle used to be a large city filled with hopeful folks following their dreams. Now, after the war, the residents travel to work to do the jobs assigned to them by Supreme Leader Salem DeCarlo.

Salem DeCarlo won World War III. Originating from a small country south of Barbados, he managed to overthrow many small governments and grow an army large enough to conquer all of North American.

Clover doesn't remember much before the war. It started when she was 4 and went on for 10 years. Many families suffered at the hands of the draft. Supreme Leader Salem Decarlo was killing so many, countries were forced to draft both men and women aged from 17-29.

Clover was young, she didn't have to fight. She did lose a brother and her father. Her father had volunteered, willing to do anything keep this man from destroying any more families.

The night before her father left, he tucked her into bed. He wanted to spend as much time with his daughter before going to fight. He was afraid but wouldn't let her see. She needed to remember her father as a strong man, a brave man.

After reading her one of her favorite bedtime stories, he reached into his pocket. He pulled out a gold heart shaped locket. Inside held a picture of the four of them. Her mother, father, brother and her. Tears welled in both their eyes as he gave her the locket.

"We will always be in your heart. I love you my little four leaf clover." He placed one last kiss upon her forehead before leaving the room. He knew he had to leave before he completely broke down in front of her.

Clover never saw her father or brother again. A few years later she lost her mother due to the mass famine spreading across the country. She barely survived but made it through.

Now Clover is all alone in this large city doing everything she can to survive. She works as a seamstress in the middle of the city. She spends all day at her sewing machine, stitching together peices of fabric to make clothing. She makes elegant dresses for the elite, uniforms for soilders, and patches togther left overs for herself.

She doesn't get paid much, if anything but it gets her by. With what little she makes she buys what food she can find. Negative emotions are overwhelming for those around her but she has hope. She has hope that one day she will be free again. That they will all be free again. It only takes one to make a change.

Clover spends her evenings gathering colleagues, informing them of her ideas for a revolution, spreading hope to those willing to believe. Slowly one by one her colleagues join her in the fight. They know they won't make it far but a small nudge can go a long way.

They planned to revolt against the Capitol. They were going to storm the gates. They had little firearms and almost no ammunition. This was a suicide mission but they couldn't idly sit by and do nothing as the supreme leader took over their country and killing their people.

They marched, arms linked together towards the Capitol. They were able to get a few shots in before each one of them was shot dead by the soldiers meant to guard their leader.

This small group of 15 people was shot down quickly but Clover was right. Those from all around the country had gotten word of their actions. They had started a revolution. They had knocked over the first domino on their path to freedom.