A medium sized young man walked down a corridor in Deadpool HQ, the central building of security and one of the highest symbols of power in Green hit. If not the only symbol of power.
The man was walking briskly, since he was late.
He should have been in the building ten minutes ago but had to stop for something.
Hopefully, he wouldn't get into trouble.
After turning a few corners and turns, he made it to a specific door and, after taking a quick deep breath, opened the door.
"Sorry I was late, I was...what the actual shit!?" The man's eyes widened in shock and another emotion when he saw what was happening in the room.
Another young man, with red hair and green eyes, was sitting on a chair, while a blonde haired brunette, wearing a black tank top and short jean skirt was kissing him, deep down his throat with her tongue. She sat on the redhaired man's lap.
"Hello? What the blazes do you think you're doing Liam?" The young man said with a scowl.
Liam stopped kissing the woman and glanced at the young man, then he gave a smirk and wiggled his eyes.
And started kissing her again.
The young man gritted his teeth and looked around the meeting room, a medium sized room that their squad used. It had two doors leading to a weapons room with their uniforms and another that led to an elevator to the ground floor. There were windows lined on the left wall and air vents brought in synthetic fresh air.
The air outside was polluted, not toxic but close, and the Deadpool HQ building was too important and had a lot of important people to let them breathe in filthy air.
Only the truly poor people of the city breathed natural air.
It wouldn't kill anyone, but it did make breathing at least 15% harder than with synthetic air.
"Did I miss the meeting?" The young man refused to be ignored or let Liam know he was bothered by the intimate sight of him and the woman.
Liam stopped kissing again and sighed, "No, the meeting was cancelled. Captain had to attend another meeting, for higher ups. So, I figured I'd -"
"Call a money girl?" The young man said with disapproval and another emotion. Liam scowled and held the girl's chin.
"Rebecca, is a friend. A good friend."
Rebecca gave the man a flirty wink as she leaned on Liam, "You should try to get that, Ross. I know you're a monk but get with the times."
Ross's eyes grew hot with rage and another emotion. Without saying anything, he flicked his middle finger and left the room.
Ross stormed down the corridor, until he reached a corner with no people and full creen windows. Ross stopped and looked outside the window, at the city.
Greenhit was a moderately advanced citadel, far from a futuristic utopia it was more of an upgraded version of the old worlds city.
Greenhit had spires, towers and skyscrapers, with bridges and trains linking buildings together. The rich lived in the high tower apartments, with other rich people. No one had a mansion with numerous rooms to themselves like in the past.
That would have been stupid and a waste of good space in a cramped city.
Instead, the rich had apartments of the highest caliber. Where buildings with holographic billboards were close, hyper speeding trains transported common civilians down below and the rich had rooms strong enough to survive a bomb explosion.
The less rich and powerful lived in the lower floors of buildings, going all the way down, till the ground.
Those who lived at the ground were the scum of the earth.
So poor they had few reasons to live, other than working on farms for synthetic produce at the edges of the citadel, near the wall. There, they would be given shelter and food rations. The ones who stayed on the ground in the city centre, got nothing from nobody.
Not even charity handouts.
Everyone had to eat, but no one would spend cash on someone who would die later from a disease or injury.
The citadel had a cruel and rigid system, like the old world. A hierarchy system that valued wealth and power over human life. The wealthy bought the materials from other citadels that kept Greenhit alive and usually kept the great stuff for themselves, valuing self preservation or over human decency.
To them, the powerful protected the citadel from the walking dead. The rest of the people...if they didn't benefit the citadel, they were wasting valuable space for everyone else.
There was no sympathy now. Only capability. If you weren't capable, you weren't valuable. If you weren't valuable, you weren't human.
Not that anyone said that out loud.
It wasn't advertised or anything of the sort.
It was an unspoken, unwritten, unacknowledged and unquestionable law.
But, that didn't stop the Deadpool HQ and City council from holding many meetings, where citizens were told they mattered more than anything else. For what was a city without people?
A ghost town. An empty corpse of a civilization.
"Empty." Ross said, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small envelope. This was the reason he'd been late. But now...it didn't matter anymore.
Did anything matter anymore?