[ WP ] In a Post-Apocaliptic Scenario , a group of young people is one of the multiple gangs controlling the city . But they are different : They want to organize a new state .

Lukus Gromm looked over his people and they stared back intently. They were n't just Lukus's people, they were his family. Lukus had survived with the first core of people since the beginning and they had expanded till they were now two hundred and thirty two strong. He knew every face, a every name, and they knew him. 
 
 They had not turned on each other. Instead, They helped each other. They shared and rationed what they had through the bleak times and now they were strong, every member a loyal willing participant. These people would die for one another, kill for one another, and most importantly, loved one another. There were squabbles and argument sure, but nothing that could n't be worked out. 
 
 *They're all so young* thought Lukus *I'm only thirty seven and I'm one of the oldest. * The sickness had been cruel, especially to the old. No one was truly immune, some were just less affected by it then others. Only a few people in the group were older then Lukus, the oldest being forty six. The average age of the group was probably twenty five.'' 
 
 Lukus stood on a makeshift stage. He raised his hands and the crowd noise died down, all eyes were on him. 
 
 `` Friends, I have called this meeting today to talk about a very important topic.'' Lukus spoke softly, the crowd had to strain to hear him. `` The future. What we want to strive to become. For five years now we have just survived. Worried about when the next meal would come, worried that the next group we saw would have a few more guns then us.'' Lukus could see the memories in the faces of his people. They had to do terrible things to survive, every group did. 
 
 It did n't make it any easier though. Everyone lost friends and family to the sickness, to the cruelty of others and the senseless violence the followed the crumbling of society. No one who had lived to this point did n't do something that would haunt them in their sleep for the rest of their lives. 
 
 `` It its not enough just to survive anymore. We must strive for something, a goal, a purpose that as a collective we can reach. We must return to the order that we took for granted before the Sickness. We must organize a new state, were everyone works together to fight away the demons of the past. We will atone for our sins by building something our children will be proud about. A State that will allow our children to never face the horrors we faced.'' 
 
 The crowd was now murmuring, everyone seemed excited at this opportunity. They had been adrift for so long. They needed something to anchor to, an ideal that they could protect and cherish. 
 
 Lukus, feeling embolden now by the positive response, continued on. `` It will be hard work. It will take a lot of trial and error, but it is time to create, not destroy. It is time for order, not just pure survival. We can start having elections, a true army, schools and formal laws. We can have a constitution that all must follow. Once others see our success they will join to. No longer will we have to fight, but we can join together in a new era of our lives.'' Lukus paused, the crowd waited on baited breath. `` Will you join me, my friends?'' 
 
 
 The crowd roared its approval, fists raised in the air. A new era had begun. 

