the world of Ashlake had some of the most beautiful sights imaginable, Ashlake also had some of the most enjoyable activities. Ashlake also had some of the most fun jobs and safest work environments, all this was for the rich of course, nobody other then people with money could experience these, anyone from 'the lower deck' as they were called, were not allowed it and instead, for them Ashlake was the grimiest, most boring, unsafe workplace imaginable, but the citizens had nowhere to run to since there was a fee to leave the gate and even if anyone got past they would still need to either go through the hardest forest to traverse on the globe on the other hand, they could go left and meet up with thousands of solders to try to sneak into the escort. but that was almost impossible since the escorts were heavily guarded by heavily armed guards with night vision and LMG's. so there was nothing to do but do impossibly tiring jobs from 7 in the morning until 9 in the afternoon and then when their shifts were finished they would walk the tiring walk back to the apartments specifically made for the lower deck and they were filled with smoke from the coal plants they worked at. for Jamie, he didn't really care much, its the way of life, the rich get richer and the poor get poorer since rent at the hotels that people lived at on the lower deck's monthly rent was 500000 credits which was more then the measly 250000 people got every month, this month, Jamie would be kicked out of his apartment since he wouldn't have enough to pay for rent, which means he would have to live on the streets, he wouldn't be able to beg, since in the lower city nobody had money and even if someone with money lived in the lower city half the population were already homeless, so who would give one person money surrounded by almost 2.6 million other beggars lining the lower city, and due to his illness even if somebody did notice him he would be kicked aside and most likely executed since in the lower city people too ill to work were executed since someone who cant work has no worth, honestly Jamie felt like he hated it, but he wouldn't give the solders another reason to execute him. Jamie was like the other 4 million people forced to work in the lower city. Jamie's parent used to be friends with the king but was falsely accused of theft and murder and executed and all Jamie's titles were taken and he was thrown to the lower decks without even getting a final look at the skyscrapers that lined the streets of ashlake.

Jamie had made up his mind. he would escape, he had nothing to live for here really since the longer he lived here the shorter his life grew since the smog that filled the air caused death rates to drastically increase until now where the average length of human life in ashlake was only 20 and he was almost 21 now. he grabbed his last possession other than his clothes, an antique dagger left by his parents he stood up, but before he could completely stand, his legs buckled and he collapsed, nobody even batting an eye, and he breathed his last breath of the smoke filled air. and a colour Jamie hadn't seen in years, white, appeared in front of his eyes,

'I guess this is it' Jamie's dry mouth moved one last time before shutting slowly as he finally died.