Evey Hammond Personal Narrative

I, Evey Hammond, was born in September in 1981 and grew up on Shooters Hills in the south-east of London. My parents were political activists and participated in anti-government protests. My family was arrested by the Fingermen, both of my parents were sent to Belmarsh prison, where my mother starved to death during a hunger strike and my father who was shot by British soldiers during an assault on the prison. Meanwhile, my older brother was killed by a virus that was developed secretly from experiments on other people. The last memory that I have of my mother was that night when the Fingermen came to arrest us, my mother was dragged away with her face covered by a black bag as she tried to struggle to escape. At that exact moment I became an orphan, soon after I was sent to a child reclamation camp, I was ‘re-educated’ and set back “free” into the society.

I met ‘him’ on the night I was going to see Gordon, he was a popular talk show host and a really good friend of mine, but unfortunately, I was caught by the Fingermen, who were on patrol for the city curfew which was already past.

The room was filled with tons of books, I got up and started to walk towards the hallway. From the shape of the rooftop and the tunnel-like corridor, it looked like I was in an underground place and by surprise, the living room was filled with a lot of interesting things. Again like a shadow, V magically appeared behind my back. “What is this place?” I asked, “My home” he replied. “Beautiful. Where did you get all this stuff?” I asked curiously. V said he got here and there, and I thought it would be technically called stealing. I asked what if they find this hideout but V said that it would be the least of their worries. Then I reminded myself why did I do that, why did I helped him, I must have been out of my mind. V told me that I did what I thought was right but I just couldn't answer myself why did I do