The Safe Zones

The world has gone to shit. As soon as I heard the safe zones were for the wealthy and intellectual elite, I knew my family and I didn’t stand a chance. That’s why I was so excited when they offered me the job. “You’ll be assisting the chef,” they said, “you can even move your family in with you.” It felt like a miracle. It wasn't until they segregated and herded us into their pens that I realized their kitchen was already fully staffed.