where is the money?

Year 2073,goverments just ruined the earth out,power and money where demons, everybody knew but everybody wanted and this is what those fucking stupid pieces of paper have done.The people are in war with the goverment which is surrounded by some military and pólice forces.Money still have value,but just a tiny mayority has it,i havent seen a damn dollar in some months.Now the people of the sun as i call them,the normal,good people are organized in small guerillas of about 30 people.We may not have money but we have something better,we are still humans,we care of each other while those bitches in the top dont have nothing,only money.Our favourite weapon is ak47,cheap,efective, and just a beast.I belong to the mohawk guerrilla,we are about 18 in it,searching for food,water and anything that can help.This situation is a shit,but there are things i like about this dark years and i have never told no one , i know many of us think it,i see it in their eyes,mainly in the youngest integrants.white thin unhealthy faces,dirty hairs full of grease,dirty black bodies full of small wounds,nails full of shit,true faces of anger and agresivity.There was no reason to put a good happy face like in the early years at the office where this people had their shirts,ties,good shoes,showing a haappy face to the society,i laugh about that.Now everyone is so real as a kid,so pure as snow,they say what they think without any fear,they laugh if they want and fart in front of everyone when they want;this is real,unpleasant,but real.When you get the money and the superficial lies out from the society they show just as they are really and this was just beautiful.At night everything changed,because we didnt have medications and living in this constant crisis made the night role the women of death,many of us had severe depressions,skizofrenic deseases,bipolar etc.I dont know why , all this souless warriors where atracted by the magic and mistic power of night,these meant suicide.Many times i was sleeping in my tend waiting for the suicidal shots to come,everyone was with their eyes closed but non of them where sleeping,it was like waiting for the bread to get out of the toaster,you know its coming out but you always get scared by the sound;this was the same.Pam,a loud cracking sound that then got into`peacefull silence,for us and for the man doing it.At least once a month something happened,and the next day the body was removed and nothing had happened.This was survival,this was money and power,this was humanity.