[ 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 .

I've been backed into a corner. On the run for almost a year now. Traversing the different zones, surviving. I've started to picture myself as a modern day Dante, surviving strange and different levels of Hell. Comedy or tragedy? *Does n't really matter*, I think. *Either way I'm still in Hell. * 
 
 I've been moving between Zones 50 through 25 in hopes it would be harder to track me among the human detritus. The new Wardens of society and the key holders are the `` holier than thou'' 190s. They have taken it upon themselves to administer Divine Justice whenever and wherever they deem fit. 
 
 It is important to understand that they will do what is right. Always. In their eyes, the letter of the Law is absolute. They will do right, and anyone that stands between them and their directive will be crushed. Anyone. 
 
 That brings us to me. *Hi*. Names at this point do n't really matter as I do n't expect to hear mine ever again. I do n't have number either. The not having a number is actually more important that the no name bit. Because in the eyes of the Wardens I might as well be a 1. Or it might be worse to them. I have n't had the chance to ask one yet. 
 
 Not having a number means I ca n't get food or aid from the official dispensaries. Fine. It might as well be garbage this far down anyway. No number does afford me some interesting opportunities. I now have an over-developed sense for scrounging. Odds and ends that I pick up quite literally off the street, no one uses dumpsters in any Zone below 75. Greed is the true currency in these Zones too. They think they want I have in my pockets but I know they're wrong. What they really want, what they really need, is to believe they are taking something I value. The better I can convince them they are taking something irreplaceable the more I can get what I need. And what I need now is passage. Not having a number makes it excruciatingly difficult to traverse the Zones. 
 
 I've bribed, cheated, extorted, and threatened anyone who could get me a step further away from the Wardens. I've done nice things too. Lisa and her little girl in Zone 68 kept getting shook down by her landlord for various `` favors''. Before I left, he and I had brief discussion about how hard collecting rent would be with only two fingers and no thumb on each hand. He was a skeptic so I made him a believer. I hope Lisa is doing alright, she was nice. 
 
 I'm currently seizing upon an opportunity to bypass several Zones which should put me around Zone 17. The further down I go the more breathing room I have. The more time I have to plan my next move. So here I sit, in a standard small Society shipping crate. I used my shiv to make air holes at the seams around my head and couple more around my feet. The latter was for more than air, I did n't know how long I was going to be here. 
 
 The answer to that turned out to be not long. The crate jolted and jerked and suddenly my stomach was in my throat. Just as sudden I stopped and there was a reddish brown mud coming up through the holes in the floor. I shifted to a squatting position and pushed with all I could manage. There was popping sound and I thought it was my shoulder for a moment but then the lid lifted and I scrambled out. 
 
 I tried to get my bearings and figure out what Zone I ended up in. Unfortunately, there were no obvious signs and I did n't have a lot of information about these Zones either. I had landed in a shallow marsh. I moved towards higher ground and almost lost my boots to the mud. 
 
 From a hill I could see more. Much more. It was n't a hill I was on but a cliff or plateau of some sort. I could see the Zones. All of them. The world as I knew it. And I stood over it all. I tried to imagine the look on the Wardens' faces when they found out about this. The man without a number in a Zone that should n't exist. Then I started laughing. The laughing turned crying then to shouting and then back to laughing again. 
 
 I sat and watched for while. I could n't tell you how long it was. A few days, at least. Maybe a week or two. Then I woke up one morning, gathered my things and did what I do best. Turned my back to the Society and the Wardens and started walking.
