I wake up in a cold sweat. I almost scream, but I hold it back. I rub my eyes and take a look at the Yurum bottle. It says: “Side Effects: May induce nightmares.” The dream was terribly vivid; I swear I can taste spicy mustard and latex on my breath. I try to shake of the dream… forget those events… but it’s hard to forget the worst day of your life. I stay awake for a while and fall asleep soon after… “902437? Honey, wake up.” I brush the hair from her eyes as they open. “It’s time for breakfast.” We walk to the cafeteria and grab a tray. The shelter we live in was once an underground school in U-1, Sector 7 (once known as Wilmington, Delaware), so we are well prepared. Food is scarce; all we have for breakfast is half a cup of mystery drink and a scoop of captive-bred fried worms. ‘2437 and I sit down at a table and I take out my briefcase. I open it, and grab a postcard at random. I look at it for a short while. It shows me helping a disabled girl down a ladder.