I had a good life.

That sentence is what I've been telling myself that now for the past five years. I say it to myself every morning when I wake up, every time I step outside, every time I eat, a thousand other times during the day, and every night before I take a handful of pills to force myself into unconsciousness. It doesn't end there. I say over and over to myself in the nightmares that haunt me. Rinse and repeat.

The doctors would say it is a self-imposed punishment. Maybe that's true, but I call it a tribute to the past. What ever it is, it will never be good enough to matter. But really, there is nothing else I can do. I live day after day in a haze just waiting for someone to come and collect the debt I owe.
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Jacob left the old warehouse and made his way back to the sector sixteen compound.

Sector sixteen was one of the remaining living areas that survived the war. There are rumors that say the great builders of the last era had planed to create fifty compounds, but only thirty-three were fully functional before the project was mysteriously abandoned, and now it was anyone's guess how many remained. Each compound was built in a central point surrounded by the markets and externally built districts that combined formed the cities. The compounds are huge subterranean structures, Jacob had no idea how big they actually were, he had never ventured to the lowest levels but to put into perspective, his designated living area was located on level forty-six section eight sub-section nineteen door eighty-three. But he wasn't going to his area, he was going to visit Jason and Teresa Bellfast.
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Jacob wanted to run but his body was paralyzed. The four figures looked at each other and then one of them nodded and with out a word the other three walked forward, heading directly to the shriveled dead body.
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