I look out the window, rain drops and the moonlight looks smeared across the broken earth. The riots chant with the night, their eyes red and their clothing dirty and ragged. Even the riot children chant through the night, just as long as their parents. The buildings are torn down- at least most of them. The only buildings that are standing are the ones closest to the town hall, opposite to the dirt place. The people that live here are the purris, the "good guys". The others, they are the riots. they go the the Dirtplace during the night, camp out there, they use the debris from the bombs to create fire, and they use what is left of the scorched world to create farms. I think that they are planning to move to the Dirtplace, I'm excited for that moment, when the war between the purris and the riots finally stops, when we finally go on our own ways. But at the same time, I am dreading it.

 Because I am the only person here, that is half riot, and half purris.

When the community was still whole, before Dirt broke the force field, only about two years after dirt and Mud were born and sent to the dirt place, my mother gave birth to me. The problem is that after