Beyond Arcadia's Walls

For twenty years, I was one of the one million. One of the founders who agreed to that

vital pact: $100 a month from each man, creating a collective treasury of $100

million every 30 days. We purchased 10,000 acres of remote heartland and built

not just a refuge, but a new genesis. For two decades, that river of capital erected the advanced

society, a perimeter thrumming with anti-personnel weapons designed to disintegrate

the zombies that had overrun the world. Inside, we spun a tapestry

of towering arcologies, alternative power, healthcare, and every conceivable luxury.

It was perfection, engineered by a million minds and a $24 Billion dollars. And I chose to leave