Chaos. Madness. Those were the only words that defined the Classification System: the system developed on separating the rich from the poor. Or, in other words, the strong from the weak.
In this harsh and desolate world, everyone had guns. If you didn’t, you were dead. Owning a hunting gun might last you a week; you’d be lucky if you lasted any longer. At the very least, ninety-nine percent of the poor population owned at least one machine gun. The rich, however, owned their own SWAT teams. Usually each rich family had fully-equipped, hard-core trained security. Sometimes they shared SWAT teams with other families, but that was rare.
All the governments of the world crashed over two years ago. Over two years we’ve been living like this, neither poor nor rich, our lives hanging on a thread. Most of us have hope, but hope is a dangerous thing. Hoping that the system will die; hoping that life will go back to how it used to be; hoping that mankind will survive this madness.
The Classification System shined a light on human nature, though. The greediness of people will never die, and maybe that’s why we’re where we are now. Greed pushes the rich to defeat the poor. Greed pushes the poor to defeat the rich. Only the neutrals can stop this war, but there’s so few of us left. Most people (rich, poor, neutral) panicked when the Classification System arose, and fled. If only all people, from all classes, could be convinced of a different life, away from the chaos that separates us, life could go back to the way it was before.
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Your writing quality is good (word choice, style, flow, etc.), but your story feels a little like a mixture of some popular dystopian novels. There’s nothing wrong with that in and of itself (you have a great foundation and structure), but what elements could you add to set your story apart?