Drake was working on the docks that day. He was monitoring the ships, and the fresh bunch of immigrants arriving at New Atlantica.
They came from all over the world. Immigrants from Africa, Asia and Europe, all looking for a better life. An opportunity, their personal breakthrough to a life they were dealt the wrong hand.
A new group of Serbian immigrants were arriving at the port that day. The had been arriving in small but steady groups for the past few weeks, after God knows what trouble had been brewing in their country.
They were all arriving in families and were placed in pick up trucks as soon as they set foot on land and had their papers cleared. A guy from the Union, a Serb himself, was getting all the details sorted, so that the process would move along real fast. Who knows what sweatshop in town needed those poor souls' hands for work.
A fight broke in the docks. Some of the families were squaring off and all of a sudden a girl was pushed in the water. Drake heard the splash and raced towards her but she was sinking fast. When he got her out, she was already dead.
I could have saved her, he kept saying to himself. If only I had reacted faster, if only I could have seen that coming. He couldn't sleep that night. After all, the only way he could get to sleep after he stopped seeing his dreams was by drowning himself with booze but he didn't want to drink that night. The alcohol was making him groggy and slower at reacting than usual. He kept saying that he could have saved that girl. But he didn't ...
When he finally managed to sleep that night, the nightmares, his twisted allies from the past, were back. And the city of New Atlantica got its guardian angel back.
They came from all over the world. Immigrants from Africa, Asia and Europe, all looking for a better life. An opportunity, their personal breakthrough to a life they were dealt the wrong hand.
A new group of Serbian immigrants were arriving at the port that day. The had been arriving in small but steady groups for the past few weeks, after God knows what trouble had been brewing in their country.
They were all arriving in families and were placed in pick up trucks as soon as they set foot on land and had their papers cleared. A guy from the Union, a Serb himself, was getting all the details sorted, so that the process would move along real fast. Who knows what sweatshop in town needed those poor souls' hands for work.
A fight broke in the docks. Some of the families were squaring off and all of a sudden a girl was pushed in the water. Drake heard the splash and raced towards her but she was sinking fast. When he got her out, she was already dead.
I could have saved her, he kept saying to himself. If only I had reacted faster, if only I could have seen that coming. He couldn't sleep that night. After all, the only way he could get to sleep after he stopped seeing his dreams was by drowning himself with booze but he didn't want to drink that night. The alcohol was making him groggy and slower at reacting than usual. He kept saying that he could have saved that girl. But he didn't ...
When he finally managed to sleep that night, the nightmares, his twisted allies from the past, were back. And the city of New Atlantica got its guardian angel back.
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