Snippet #2453011

9:22 AM: New Moscow.
Buzzzzz.Buzzzzz.Buzzzzzz...
This has been going on for the straight two hours, nonstop and annoying. My grip on the thin pillows tightened over my ears in hope that I could block it out. But it was no hope.
"Bahm" my oldest brother, Jashmir, called from downstairs, "Bahm. Get up, you were supposed to bring the box up to the mayor an hour ago." I bolted up, pillow flying off hitting the clock[in which it broke it silent] and sprung into action. I rummage though my draws pulling out a pair of clean combat pants and pulled them on and the grey shirt on the dark wooden chair. On the table near my bed was a very simple looking box. Light brown paper tied up with an old aged string.
"Doesn't look that important" I mutter under my breath and took it, shoving it into my backpack carelessly. Moving down the creaking stairs with such heavy stepping, Jashmir yelled 'no running' and appeared in my line of view. He looked more like mom than Duncan, William and I. Grey eyes, thick brown hair and always a knit between his eyebrows like he was thinking hard.
"Um Bahm, I hope you weren't planning on going outside like that" He says, clearing his throat. I raise an eyebrow before I looked down. I do have pants...but where is my shirt? I remember taking the grey one of the chair and putting it on.
"Oh well" Jashmir huffs, "put on this" He slung a normal white one that I struggle to put one.
Stepping outside, the smell of ice and snow was as dull as ever. People were already moving around, but it isn't really crowded. New Moscow only contained 1000 people while a normal town would have more than 15000* people. Didn't take me long to get to the house of the mayor, but to only see that someone else was there as well.

*If there was 15000 people, you'd know all of them by 2 years.1000 is less than an Elementary School.