“Time of death, 02:05 AM. Our second victim died by suffocating due to a chemical that attacks the respiratory system. It is used by the system to eliminate the population,” said one of the clan first aiders.

It was the 30th tragedy the clan had faced that week. Breadwinners, heroes, and politicians were murdered each day by what was said to be “the system.” The news spread to each of the clans, alerting all the members.

One main clan was in the kitchen, where Roachey and his family lived inside the bread bin. He was the leader of the ruling party; he was chosen for his bravery and lack of fear over death. He took over a week after his father’s death.

“Comrades, these killings must stop,” said Roachey, the leader of CTCI “Crime Touching Crawling Insects. That was during a meeting where all the comrades had gathered to come up with solutions on how to fight back against the system. The meeting ended unsuccessfully because no one knew how to break the power the system had over them.

Roachey was the bravest of them all; he was not afraid of anything. He was young, but he was highly respected across the clans: even the elders of the clans would report to him if something was not going right. The only issue they were facing at this time was the daily killings of their members by the system.

“Roachey, you promised me that you’d leave politics. Your grandfather tried to stop the system and was killed, so did my husband – your father. I can’t lose all of you in just two weeks, no!” said Roachey’s mother.

There was a deafening silence in the bread-bin, where Roachey, his mother, and young sister lived. He knew that if he didn’t stop with the politics he was to be killed, like his father.

“Live to fight for what’s right, or live and cry for what’s wrong!” This was the motto that his father and grandfather had lived, and died, for.

That afternoon, Stoney arrived at the bread-bin clan. He was one of the more intelligent comrades because he could read and understand the system’s language.

“Roachey! Roachey! We have to come up with a plan, the system is angry. I was visiting the bedroom city. I saw a big tin that the system uses. It was written ‘doom!’” alleged Stoney.

The whole family was shocked; they didn’t understand what he meant. Roachey took him outside the bin for a private talk.

“Now, slow down, Stoney!” said Roachey, as he pushed him aside the bread bin.

“You can’t tell me to slow down; our lives are in danger, and the system is going to kill us all,” said Stoney.

“Before you came here, I was thinking of stepping down as a comrade,” confessed Roachey.

“No, Roachey, you can’t. We still need you, man!” begged Stoney.

“I promised my mother already, she can’t lose all of us,” said Roachey.

Stoney was very disappointed to hear that the bravest comrade of them all was considering to step down. He knew things were going to get worse; there was going be more killings. He wasn’t prepared to die, either: he needed Roachey on his team. Stoney tried to convince him, but he failed. He went back to his clan under the stove. His heart was broken.

“I heard the conversation between you and Stoney outside, I am proud of you, my son,” said Roachey’s mother.

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“Run! Run!” she screamed at the top of her voice.

The bread-bin and the kitchen cardboards were sprayed with doom. It left young, dead bodies who couldn’t run for themselves. Everyone who could ran to the clan under the stove, but Roachey’s little sister couldn’t make it.

Tell us: Will Roachey save the clan in time?