An island - once known as Great Britain, District 01-175, 17th March 2035
He tossed and turned as his brain brought waves of nausea and sickening memories crashing around his head like a tsunami. Mutilated bodies strewn across the streets, mouths agape as if screaming in silence for help that never came, Packs of Chinese soldiers in their deep red uniforms hunt for another victim to face their heartless brutality. The horrible sickening feeling of knowing that it was about to end, hearing the slow measured steps on the concrete floor behind him and reliving the sturdy grip on the back of his neck and arms and dragging him to the cage, it's dark interior, cold to the touch, swallowing him up into a terrible pit of despair. Then the humid clammy cloth slid across his face allowing the dark embrace to enter his mind and blind him with black.
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