Area 1 (Continued)
Those who were old enough to remember still spoke of the Inbred Plague with fear in their eyes. Things were better now. If you were fit, you were shipped to other Areas of the Nation to work and eventually raise a family.
Our families weren't told where we were going. We weren't even told where we were going. My last glimpse of home had vanished when I was put on the plane with two other kids from Area 331. Our Area never had a lot of people who qualified for Distribution. Most blamed the fallout left over from the atomic bomb strikes. Some blamed bad luck. Either way, most young people were kept in the village for manual labor and forbidden to marry and pass on their bad genes.
I almost hadn't passed the Distribution assessment, or so my mother heard.
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