Province 8, one of the poorest provinces around. The streets were filled with the homeless and the begging, the houses filled with starving and struggling families. It was covered in a light frosting like a cake of famine and poor. The tops gleamed a white colour in the day, but in night it was like a deserted town. Nobody in sight, all lights off. Except for the facility off to the south. It was huge compared to the houses, but not very large compared to some buildings in other provinces.
It was labelled facility X-1D, made to hold members of The chosen. It was a death row of a prison, keeping them held there to be subjected to abuse from the guards, not even letting them know when they will be put to death. The cells were pristine and clean, but most days the floors would be covered with fresh blood to clean. The lights of the facility blared to the outside world, able to provide limited sight for the guards patrolling outside. It stuck out like a sore thumb, maximum security and all. Two guards were situated by the doors of the facility, wearing a mainly white smooth plated suit, with accents of black with a domed head. They held sticks of sorts, a curved spike on one end, and electrical tipped too. They also held futuristic looking rifles, presumably able to fire condensed plasma.
They turned to eachother to talk from time to time, chattering in a slightly robotised voice. They spoke of the grim reaper, the freer of the wicked. They did not believe them to be real, thinking its just a hoax, something to frighten the guards into working harder. They laughed and joked about it, thinking it a futile attempt at hope for the chosen. Then an arrow sprouted from the neck of the guard, painted in black with a black feather fletching, the feathers flecked with bits of gold. The tip was surgical enough to pierce the suit. The other guard turned to begin attacking, but then an arrow went through his dome, and through the back of his skull, splattering blood on the-
