After the Heartland war, during which the pro-life and the pro-choice armies battled over abortion, a compromise was reached. Now, abortion is totally illegal, but instead parents can choose to have their children, between the ages of 13 and 17 unwound. Unwinding is process by which a child's organs and limbs are removed, and sold off, for use in transplant operations. There are many reasons why parents may choose to have their children unwound, but most do it simply for bad behaviour. However, some raise their children as tithes, unwinds who have been told from birth that they are to be unwound, and to see it as a holy duty. Wards of the state may be unwound, simply because their state home cannot, or does not want to keep them.
You are scheduled to be unwound. In three days, the police will arrive to ferry you to harvest camp, where there a price tag on every part of you, from your hands, to your heart. But you have found your unwind papers, and now, you have the chance to escape. The chance to live. Will you go on the run, and survive until you turn eighteen? Or will you be unwound?
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Fifteen-year-old Rose was hiding out in a drainpipe for the night. It was raining heavily, but she had no place inside to go. Not that wouldn't get her spotted, and ferried to a harvest camp, for unwinding.
She was still bitter about the fact that she was even here. Here, in some town she didn't know, on the run from the police. All because her parents had finally gotten the baby boy they wanted. All because her parents had signed that unwind order, thus rendering it a crime for her to stay alive.
She flexed her fingers. Her fingers. If she had anything to do with it, these fingers would remain hers, and not go to someone else...
You are scheduled to be unwound. In three days, the police will arrive to ferry you to harvest camp, where there a price tag on every part of you, from your hands, to your heart. But you have found your unwind papers, and now, you have the chance to escape. The chance to live. Will you go on the run, and survive until you turn eighteen? Or will you be unwound?
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Fifteen-year-old Rose was hiding out in a drainpipe for the night. It was raining heavily, but she had no place inside to go. Not that wouldn't get her spotted, and ferried to a harvest camp, for unwinding.
She was still bitter about the fact that she was even here. Here, in some town she didn't know, on the run from the police. All because her parents had finally gotten the baby boy they wanted. All because her parents had signed that unwind order, thus rendering it a crime for her to stay alive.
She flexed her fingers. Her fingers. If she had anything to do with it, these fingers would remain hers, and not go to someone else...