[ WP ] You live in a reality where human kind hibernates for the second half of the year . You are one of very few humans who do not hibernate .

Hibernation Day had come. The Great Vaults were finally closed and most of humanity began their long sleep in the depths of the Earth. Those of us who remain awake, whose circadian rhythms were not interrupted by the Pulse, remained on the surface. 
 
 I am one of the Dreamless, those who can not feel the Pulse. Some of the Dreamless, the Guardians, are payed very well to watch over and protect the sleeping masses of humanity. When humanity is awake, the Guardians live the life of luxury and held in the highest esteem, while the rest of the Dreamless, those of us who are deemed unfit or untrustworthy, are seen as pariahs on society and all but shunned for imagined crimes. 
 
 The first few nights after Hibernation Day are always the worst. For all their careful planning, humanity never fails to leave behind things that attract the wild creatures; the wolves, coyotes, vultures. They come at night and, emboldened by the lack of human presence, feast upon the food that is left behind. 
 
 Out of the billions of humans in the world, it's estimated that only 1000 or so are Dreamless, so encountering another human out here is very rare, and very dangerous. With no rules and no witnesses, a person who feels they can get away with anything is the most dangerous threat to my safety. There's a reason most of us are n't Guardians. 
 
 I can hear them now, two of them. Two Dreamless, with murder in their eyes. I tried to avoid them but they saw me. One can I deal with, I can fight back, but two? I'm a dead man, and they know it. I can only pray they do n't find the trap door that leads down here, but I hear them searching and I know it wo n't be long. I pull the pin from the grenade and keep my grip tight on the lever. They've trapped me, but they wo n't take me alive, I've seen what happens when they take someone alive. 
 
 I just wanted to sleep.
