There were many times Americans throughout history probably thought this very phrase; "things couldn't get much worse.

How could we ever top the insanity of electing an angry old hack of a man into office, or a global pandemic that forced so many into solitude and killed plenty of others?

Easy, revolutions were started to change the direction of our hate-filled country. Revolutions made up of hordes of younger generations of Americans craving change and normalcy after too many horrendous years of our country being defamed.

What we didn't know was that the same people we put our faith into to help overthrow the ways that things were, were planning on turning around and building a country where they reigned as rulers.

I had been residing in Maine when word spread around about this, and I took off in my car trying to get as far away as possible. There was talk that San Francisco would be the one safe haven for those who didn't want to be ruled over and it had been my goal to get there. Unfortunately for me, I didn't get too far and got stuck in Scranton, Pennsylvania. I was trapped in a hotel with about 300 others who had been staying in the hotel that night, and none of us were allowed out for a full two months. We were fed, and given everything else we needed to survive but nothing more, and no luxuries had been in sight. During that time we hadn't been told why we couldn't leave or what was going on, but we soon realized exactly what had gone on once we were released.

The second I got out of those doors, I ran to my car and gunned it, trying to get back on the highway. However, I was greeted with a large wall that blocked my exit. I drove around the city and was sickened to discover that I was stuck inside this city. I often thought about just trying to climb up it or somehow hijack a huge ladder, but the sharp, gleaming metal of the barbed wire wrapped around the wall quickly reminded me that escape was just a dream.

We all heard rumors about what exactly was going on outside of Scranton, but I tried to ignore everything I heard. I just had to keep my goal of getting to San Francisco in my mind and nothing else.

I didn't want to hear everyone else's fantasies about just what they thought would happen. A revolution against the seven men in charge of this fucked up city. That wouldn't happen, I just had a gut feeling.

If I wanted to ever get out, I'd have to do it by myself.

For now, though, I'd keep my head down, and be quiet and polite, making sure not to bring any negative or unwanted attention to myself.

I had to become nearly invisible if I ever wanted to get out of Scranton.

No matter what, I wouldn't be pledging my allegiance to this sick new society.

Not now, not ever.