Beginning I

The zone I came from - Lesser Zone Blue - has a long zig zag history of being riches to rags. It was the consequences of greed and foolishness. People around me was never honest about themselves - each of us were more selfish than the other - not that I ever minded. The practice to harm the person in front of you by whatever means, be it corruption, exchanging lies, betrayals, alliance with the enemy, bribery, theft, murder, seizure of funds, coveting one's possession, grudge and what not. So extreme that if the someone next to you dares to climb one step up, he will be grabbed by his heed and dragged 3 steps downwards. This is the art that kept us in darkness and we are the mockeries to the rest of the world. That's the sole reason why the Pearled People of Zone Red and Zone Yellow could trample the territories of Lesser Zone Blue for ages without suffering any consequences. As The Masked War approached our territory - the South of Zone Blue - I was in my 2nd year of medical, it was evident from then on that the North-West of the zone was no more.

On the 5th day of the 7th week after the Masked War began in our territory, my medical college no longer remained. It was in rumbles, the piles of bodies in white apron, some of them I even recognized as my seniors were lying dead an their aprons splattered in red. I worked hard to get into this medical college. I worked really hard to get into this government institution. Yes, my parents could afford the best private institutions of my studies, but it would be a inferior complexity I would have to suffer for the rest of my life if that happened. And so, I rather dropped 3 years for Language Learning Course and then resumed senior high school and gave the National Entrance Exam to qualify in government board. All that effort is now blended with the barren soil where my medical college once stood.

On the 9th week I lost my connection with my parents and my little brother. A earthquake of magnitude 11 hit, those countless 20 storey apartment buildings so congested as if they are one inside another were no match to withstand it. After all we were always "the Foolish Muddy People of the South" who reeks with overpopulation and poverty. But I knew they were alive, the last message my pocket hologram displayed was from my mother. She told me they all safely fled beneath a mountain and informed me to depart towards the Lesser Zone Red - cross a sea and a river.