Photo prompt provided by Sunayana MoiPensieve.
Every twenty metres in front of the museum there were buskers of every kind. Small bands, like the Destitutes, who eked out a living in such trying times.
With the government removing universal health care most of the working classes were dying off. Some were lucky to be able to buy a band aid.
The strange irony was that health care was affordable to the wealthy but they began to suffer as their working base began to disappear. It wasn’t that they could sell their products, it was finding workers to perform the tasks of manufacture.
As a result, we lived in a world where hospitals as we knew them were no longer viable, people survived savaging and scrounging what they could. In most towns communal burial plots were being dug as no one could pay for funerals.
Unemployment hit the once rich, society began to crumble and die. Anarchy raised its ugly head, survival of the fittest became the norm.