A/N: Seriously short at the mo, but it’s something.

 

A rumble echoed through the small room, making most of the inhabitants flinch in response. The familiar sounds only made Hannah calm, her body settling into a meditative pose. She knew the rumble, knew the trucks that made the sound. On one level she understood the fear those around her felt whenever the trucks passed by, but she never felt afraid of them.

The trucks were once used for the transportation of large quantities of merchandise; now they were used to transport large quantities of people, hauling them across the continent to Processing Centers. Once those people entered the Centers, they never came out the same. Only those on high knew exactly what occurs in the Centers, the Processed always refused to speak of it, but Hannah had a few ideas, none of them good.