It wasn’t a time for the weak. Films still used actors and extras. However they had to be willing to die. The graphics were real and no enhancements would be needed by an editing room. When the bombs hit and the buildings fell, the people inside were fighting for their lives. Some won and most lost.
The winners received their pay every night. A place to sleep, their needed drug of choice or food to eat. They could never have them all. They were prostitutes, drug addicted left-overs of the world and the lost, who risked everything to make it one more day. Nobody cared if they lived or died. Nobody, except The Controller. He would save one.
Her name was Hope.
Artwork by Justin Sorozan