Hi, my name is Leonard Redcliff, I am 19 years old and pleasure to make acquaintances.
You must be wondering what is going on, I mean this is the start of the story and I am already dead. So let me give you a brief description of my world. In my world, people used resources without any restriction so naturally, they started to decline.
Now governments of various nations declared war against each other. Their goal was to steal each other resources. Are you seeing the level of absurdity, so these resources which were already so low became even less? People became very poor and resources became very expensive.
Food became so expensive that common people couldn't afford them. Thus, scientists came up with a cheaper alternative and that was synthetic food. But trust me it tasted like shit.
Thus the line between rich and poor kept on becoming bigger and bigger and before you knew things became worse. Unemployment, prostitution, violence, slavery, protest, and much more all became a common occurrence on the streets.
Naturally, a large portion of poor people became scavengers and formed groups called 'Tribe', these scavengers were like paid-mercenary that did all the dirty work of the rich people. It doesn't matter what the work was as long as you could pay they are even willing to commit suicide.
Assassination, kidnapping, stealing, sexual fetishes, tampering with evidence, torture all of them, just pay the right amount of money and we will get the job done.
Naturally, scavengers were on the top wanted list of the task force. Task forces were like police but a little violent and cruel. Now one day our tribe was contacted by an aristocrat and he wanted us to steal some important documents of his business competitor.
As our tribe members were doing their work an alarm went off during our work. This naturally attracted the attention of the task force and we were very close to getting caught by the task force.
And since I was the youngest and most inexperienced my tribe decided to use me as a scapegoat. I was betrayed by my team and used as bait to divert the attention of the task force.
I got caught. I was interrogated, but they were not satisfied with my answers so they even resorted to torture. It was very painful, my skin was scratched, and my fingers and toes were broken and sliced and my nails were removed forcefully.
I cried but my cries didn't reach those heartless bastards, and why would they after all I was also not pretty innocent. After being satisfied with my answers there was a court hearing and naturally, I was declared guilty and was sentenced to execution.
Tonight was my execution and I was asked what my last wish was.
I heard that meat and coffee were a luxury that only aristocrats can consume so I asked to drink a cup of real coffee as my last wish.
But unexpectedly it turned out pretty bitter. I mean how do aristocrats even love this thing. Now I am regretting my decision of choosing coffee, maybe I should've asked for a plate of real meat.
Anyway, that was the whole story now that I am going to be executed only one question is haunting my mind and that is what happens when one dies.
But I can tell I am going to find out pretty soon. I am dying at an age of 19. I mean there are so many things I wanted to try.