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couldn’t bring myself too. I just watched him from a distance, like I had been doing for quite awhile now.
My thoughts travelled though, and I started thinking about the merchants that would be coming into Aras sometime tomorrow. I didn’t know from which direction they would be coming from, but I knew it would either have to be from the south or the west. I couldn’t see it being the south though, most of the time only mercenaries dared to venture down the south road. The same road that would lead you directly through the factories and labs that everyone stayed away from like it was a plague.
    As I walked on, trailing behind Killian, I noticed that I was scowling. Funny how the thoughts in your head can so easily translate themselves into your physical self. I was scowling because the mention of the factories and labs in the south greywastes reminded me of what went on in those places. The factories were a necessary ‘evil’, and I put a flair on evil because that’s other people’s opinions not mine. I don’t see the factories as evil, they’re what feeds the lot of us and it saves a lot of people the mess of having to butcher themselves. Especially smaller groups, ones too small to have their own stock.
In my block we butchered rats ourselves, but in other areas of the greywastes the factories processed the rats for the consumer. They processed and canned the meat themselves through the King’s brand Dek’ko, a company which distributed a lot of greywaste conveniences. They processed bred and captured rats, and had many different products, ranging from regular meat, to soups, all the way to a delicacy called fois ras , which tasted good, but the  process to making it would make a normal man’s stomach turn.
    That wasn’t the reason for my scowling though, no, the reason I could feel my hands clench was because of the laboratories, and the laboratories reminded me of the king.
What I know of King Silas is what I have been told. I have never seen him, heck I’ve never so much as seen a picture of the asshole but I knew what he was about; I knew he ran the greywastes.
    He controlled the greywaste economically, because he was the only person with the means of mass production now, and he also controlled the wasteland by sheer force. He had a large army under his belt, and countless thousands of loyal legionnaire soldiers.
The greywastes and beyond were vast though. I didn’t know how big it was, mostly because I didn’t care, but what I did know was that it was huge. He kept us segregated in three groups: rats, who were dark skinned from the radiation, dirty sub humans that we farmed as food. Ravers, who looked more like us, but had never been chipped or had lost them, so the radiation had driven them crazy to the point where they were dangerous, and usually shot on sight; and arians, the normal human race.
    Arians were well, all of us, the sane ones, we were the ones that King Silas had decided to leave alive when he took over the greywastes. We were supposedly his people, and his property. When an arian baby is born, he or she is implanted with a small tube like thing called a geiger chip. It has a substance in it that filtered out the radiation, and more advance versions gave you vitamin supplements.
In order to keep track of us, every few years the king sends out Mercers to take the census here. They come in the south direction, because of course they don’t have to worry about the labs because they’re probably buddies with the Skytech scientists operating them.
    The Mercer comes heavily guarded by scum sucking Legion soldiers, briefcases in tow, checking up on every cluster of arians they can find. The last time they came, was only a couple years ago, before Killian and his parents had come here. It was the first time I was present during one of these things, usually Greyson and Leo made me leave for a few days. They didn’t like me around the Legion, for obvious reasons (like sniping them for