If everything was legal for 24 hours, what would you do?

I wake up to the sound of the radio announcing the beginning of the purge. The announcers voice distorted and twisted sounding like and old 1950's broadcast. I grimace at the stinging light of the Sun making it's way through a gap in the blinds and turn the radio off.

I dress. There are many companies that will pay a purge rate for workers who offer to come in on the Cleansing. It is 10,000% your regular hourly wage. My wife has cancer and I need every penny to afford her treatment. I will do anything to pay for it. I brush my teeth, look in the mirror and notice my haggard appearance, and walk for the door with a smile frown hidded on my face.

There are somewhat safe pathways that one can make it to work safely if done quickly enough, and I know these well. I arrive at work relatively early and take the elevator down to the main generator. People pay a lot of money to have workers generate power for the community. It builds a nice Moral facade for the honest folk, while at the same time maximizing on insurance if something happens while workers are present. Nothing but fucking greed.

My 18 hour shift over I head back to the lobby and yawn as I make my way to the door. A few minutes later I walk into the gas station to get a cup of coffee to keep me awake at least long enough to talk with my wife for a short while before sleeping.

The small man behind the counter rings it up and tells me $275.00. That's a 200% mark up from the last purge. He's abusing the temporary monopoly the greedy little shit. I WORK HARD FOR WHAT I DO AND DON'T EXPECT ANYMORE THAN I AM OWED. THIS LITTLE COCKSUCKER IS BEING CRUEL. HE'S ALREADY PAID BY THE STATE FOR THE TIME ANYWAY! I JUST CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT!.....

The red blurring my vision fades and I look at the scene in front of me. The small man with his skull bashed in; blood and grey matter pooling around his head. I look and see the blood soaked stone figurine in my hand. It had been laying by the counter I thought. I open the register and take the money inside. Nearly five hundred grand.

I leave the store wiping blood from my shirt and head home. I walk in and kiss my wife a smile on my face.

"I'll be able to afford your treatments now love. It'll all be okay."

She smiles in a sad sort of way. And we talk. Mostly about happier days. And better times. We talk of our first date. The day we married. She grows weary and starts to murmer. I lie down and close my eyes. The last thing I hear is the low horn marking the end of the purge.

Maybe all the greedy fucks died this year.

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