[ 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 .

We were nearing the border of region 2 and we had already gone through three out of the four spare tires that we had packed. `` I'm telling you, I need to pee,'' Will whispered while staring out the window into the expanse of abandoned cars and scorched houses. I just kept driving towards the sun, not sure if I want would burn in hell for doing this. I stomped on the gas and hoped that we would find a gas station or a full tank of gas in one of the deserted cars before we were stuck in this vast land of fire and blood. Taylor peered at me from the shotgun seat. She knew that we would n't have been going 90 mph in region 187 without getting caught and getting a courteous warning about our speed. 
 
 Life in 187 was always simple. It was the same routine over and over and though it may seem mundane, it made me happy. The way the sun seemed like it was always at the perfect position all day and how the temperature was perfect. The laughter of children and the daisies that bordered the sidewalks. My beautiful fiancé Caroline sitting with me on the porch reading the classic `` A Wrinkle In Time'' for the umpteenth time while the cicadas serenaded us. The red undertones of her hair bouncing off the setting sun… `` I SAID I NEED TO FUCKING PEE JESS. LET ME OUT OF THIS DAMN CAR,'' Will yelled this time. 
 
 `` We stop and we die Will. We stop and we die,'' I said. `` It's different from 187. We're in 2 now.'' 
 
 `` My bladder is going to explode if I do n't pee, you bitch,'' Will retorted. 
 
 Taylor whipped around; `` Pee in a cup then. We're not stopping this car until we get to 1''. 
 
 `` Fuck you,'' Will whispered under his breath as a light dripping sound filled the car. Shortly after the car window opened and we were driving away from a splash. We were a strange bunch; one chick with brunette hair and a full sleeve of tattoos that would get disapproving looks from the citizens of 187, another girl with eyes as endless as the hills we were driving through, and a grouchy blond boy who was barely a man. But we all met for this one trip; to find the family members that were hulled away to 1 by the Assembly from the beginning. 
 
 `` Find me,'' Mama whispered as she was dragged off. We neared the metal walls that contained the inhabitants of 1. Pulling up the the gate, the grim looking man that demanded our passports eyed the interior of our car, his eyes lighting up at our half empty bags of Fritos. `` Get outta here,'' he said as he opened the metal walls that gave way to the interior of 1. As we drove, the series of doors in front and behind us opened and shut to make way. 
 
 The final gate was was rusted shut but gave way to some mechanical effort by the system that controlled the gates. `` Get ready fuckers. Expect everything,'' I said to the fazed out eyes around me. The car rolled into the interior of 1 as we started to search for our family members. A lady stood at the end of the road, warped flesh enrobing her. Her whole body was drenched in blood as she nibbled on the bones from her meal. But I knew instantly, I just knew, it was mama. Underneath all the body parts and gore, it was my mama. I rolled the window down as I stopped next to her. I knew she would n't hurt me. 
 
 `` Mama! Mama its me!'' I yelled. Taylor and Will looked at me with horror in their face, afraid of the monstrosity in front of them. Her face lit up as her mouth twisted into the familiar smile I knew before all this happened. `` Mama! Where's everyone else?'' I asked. She smiled again, her chapped lips splitting every second that she smiled. She fixed her patchy hair on the raw and bloody scalp that held it all together. After swallowing a few times, she leaned in close, close enough for me to smell the putrid burnt flesh and gasoline. 
 
 `` Now sugar, I AM 1.'' 
 
 ( Sorry I got really bored of writing at the end )
