Alex Foster chapter 17

”Okay, we will go to Combat Zones,but what we are gonna do with A`rya? She can`t go outside with those wings and scorpion spike, we would get caugh immedistely.” Echelon remembered us. I thought about it for a moment and got an idea. ”Hey, are our roleplaying costumes still somewhere? We have to wear cargo jeans, hiking boots, leather jackets and shooting gloves anyway, in case we need to go to Wasteland. Let`s take some knives and bows with us, maybe masks too, and pretend we are going to roleplaying.”

Others agreed, so we changed clothes, packed survival equipment, and took old noisy train to Combat Zones. Before Oil War it was known as New Jersey, but now it was hard to regocnise anymore, the whole state had gone Camden.

The state had had high unemployment rate and lot of debt, and when oil and food prices had skyrocketed and corporations went bankrupt or left the city, the whole state, along with many others, had crashed. USA had tried to save it`s citizens, and went on all-against-all war with China, Russia, and many African and Middle Eastern countries, but though it won some countries it didn`t change anything. Finally in 2046, five years after oil had run out, USA was unable to pay it`s debt or feed it`s citizens. It went bankrupt and sold California and Mid West to multinational corporations, the rest states, with less natural resources but more people, went to China.

Combat Zones was the Edge, border between United America and Wastelands. This was poor, crime ridden area, known by gang violence and low police activity. Only small, unmanned planes and even smaller flying cameras, known as “flies”, watched the area. As we walked to night club called Dancing Devil, I sighed. I had never thought this would be the safest place for me to be.