A few days ago while watching handmaids pass through the stores, I accidentally had a moment with one that I will never forget. This handmaid was walking alone. I found it strange considering they travel in pairs when shopping. I put a hand on her shoulder and turned her around, about to talk to her. When she turned around I mistakenly looked into her eyes! It was for only a second or two, but those few seconds are still fresh in my mind. I feel sorry for the handmaids, and this event merely strengthened this feeling. They aren't treated as humans, merely valuable objects that serve only one purpose.

Hello. My name Guardian Zane. I'm seventeen years old and a guardian working for the Republic of Gilead. I have pitch black hair that falls in strands on my face. I have blue eyes. I'm around six feet tall and weigh around 150 pounds. I work out when not working and am slim and fit. I joined the guardians when I was 15 years old. My father was executed shortly after for being involved with the revolution. This may seem odd, talking to a piece of paper as if it were actually alive. But sometimes I ave a dream in which I am married and live happily with the woman I love, not being oppressed by the party. Well I need to go back to work. Until next time.