Chapter 11: First-Time Skip
"Be wary of the crowd. They will cheer you to your death."
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April 1st, 2068
Military vans thundered down the dusty roads like a steel parade, flanked by hovering drones and patrol scouts. Unfortunately, I—and the remaining fifty or so Limitless—were packed inside them.
From the back seat of a tinted military jeep, I watched through the glass as people ran out of their homes to cheer.
Elderly, young, fathers, mothers, even children. All waving, shouting, and smiling.
The excitement in their eyes was immense—or was it relief?
Most of my colleagues had their windows down, smiling and waving back like heroes. They believed this was a grand sendoff.
But does it matter, if we’re going to a place where we’ll be slaughtered?
Honestly, this felt more like a desperate cry for help. If the rift breaks and no one’s here to hold the line, this entire part of the city could be wiped out in hours.
Huff.