NineteenCrossing the main street, moving from doorway to doorway, I finally found a piece of flattened land and an old dilapidated hut which I fell into and waited until the light completed its victory over night and the morning dawned proper. With curfew over, I moved on, keeping my head down, hands in pockets, avoiding eye contact with the few people who were wandering around. A hover bike glided by and I hunched my shoulders in a pathetic attempt to keep myself small. I gasped as it swished to a halt, the Sweepers stepping out to block my path.
“Simeon,” the first one said, whilst the other scanned the street. They seemed on guard, as if expecting something, but what I had no idea.
“Yes, sir,” my eyes were downcast, my heart pounding, my mind full of uncertainties.
He touched me on t
