[ WP ] Every person in the world undergoes a `` goodness '' test . It 's designed to give a score from 1 to 200 , where 1 is pure evil , and 200 is an angel in human body . Then the world is divided into 200 zones , where people can live among their own kind .

[ Sorry about any grammatical/spelling errors, I do n't usually write a lot, but this prompt really intrigued me ] 
 
 
 It was 12:56 AM, and evacuation horns started blaring. I sighed, shut my laptop, and got up to turn off the lights in my room. I could feel a migraine forming in my temples as I went over to my window and peaked through the shades. The few people awake in the apartment complex across from mine turned off their lights, the cars on the street below stopped and shut off their headlights. Soon the city would be dark, except for the street lamps, which would eventually turn off anyway. 
 
 A couple minutes later, the mandatory radio installed in my room replaced the deafening sound of the horns. “ Attention, citizens of Sector 59, ” came a staticky voice, “ This is not a drill. We are currently receiving bomb threats from Sector 31. Please remain patient and calm while we sort out a solution. ” I flopped back onto my bed in exasperation. 
 
 “ And…. Cut! Alright, Miranda, is the stunt double ’ s makeup finished? It is? Good, ” the director yelled into his megaphone, and then said to me, “ Alright, Sam, great job, I think that ’ ll be all for today, ” I nodded and made my way off the set. I ’ m lucky that was just propaganda, to encourage the people of Sector 166 to keep with their good attitudes. It would truly be odd to live a life constantly threatened by others. 
 
 I was reminded of my headache by the pulses that followed more shouting from the director. Rolling my eyes, ( ouch! ), I picked up my purse and shuffled through it to find the pain relievers. While doing so, I felt my phone buzz. Immediately, I perked up and snatched it out of its pocket. I bet it was an update text from my mother! Her and my father visited the beach today for a coast cleanup. 
 
 What I received instead truly surprised me, and not in a good way. All it was was a simple two-worded message saying “ You ’ re next, ” but it was enough to put an eerie feeling at the pit of my stomach. I shook it off, swallowed my pain medicine, and quickly left the studio. 
 
 I received another bizarre message before starting my car. This time, it said “ You might want to lock your car, Samantha. ” That eerie feeling came back, and I locked my car doors in fear. I frowned, realizing that I was actually scared of some random text, which was probably some sick prank. I ’ ll make sure to report this when I get the chance, I thought, so the rude person who did this can move down a few sectors. 
 
 As I drove home, I didn ’ t feel any better. I had heard of this group of “ assassins ” on the news who somehow made it into the good ranges, just to commit crimes and punish us privileged people. This led me to remember all the rebellions going on in the lower sectors. I know Sector 154 has started to send people to those areas to keep everything under control. 
 
 When I finally got home, and parked my car in my driveway, I got another text. My stomach dropped. I hesitantly grabbed my phone, and flipped it over after much debate. I cursed after my phone faded just as I looked at the contact. Impatiently, I tapped the Home button, muttering “ Typical, ” to myself. Relief spread across my body, it was just a text from Mother. I opened my phone to read the entire message. It was an update on my parents ’ beach trip! Glad they had a fun time, I thought. 
 
 But as I reached the end, I noticed an extra little sentence. “ You sure look prettier up close: ) ”. I felt a warm breath on the back of my neck, and the last thing I remember was a rag being brought to my face, before everything went to black. 

