Bang! The ice slams onto the roofs of the buildings. At times like these, we have to stay inside. Or we might die. When we do go outside during these Hailstorms, we go in a tank. For more than just to keep our heads on. There are the enemies. They are all around us. Soon, we will be forced to become one of them, or they will kill us.
We run into a group of animals. They are the only thing that keeps us from starving. Without them, there would be no us. So, we have to give to them, or they will all die. We feed them after we take them, for there is no other time to do so.
Now, of course, there are times when people will die outside of the war. The Hailstorms Bring with them giant chunks of ice. Most are bigger than the average Soccer ball. We all wear armor when we leave the compound, but that's not enough protection from the ice. It will still come crashing down on top of us. Maybe it will snap our neck, maybe it will dislocate a shoulder. It's like a guessing game.
When we are not gathering food from the outside, we are either at war with enemies or just doing whatever we want. We like to play games. This is the only time we are truly not at war with the enemies. We call them the Bloodsports. Everyone who wants to contend is given a gun with 2 mags. After that, they are sent into a big arena to battle it out. The winner? The one sole survivor of the games is given money, power, and the spotlight.
In the War, we are always fighting for territory. We have the smallest out of everyone on the continent. The enemy surrounds us.