I guess I'll try to write a story. Bare with me. I'm not very skilled at this, and will probably make stuff up as I go.

DYSTOPIA 1
I sat in the cold, dusty room. It was once an old school, but it had taken shape into our makeshift home.
The entire building wasn't our home. Only the room with the cracked and faded sign thar read 'Library'.
I was sitting in the far corner of the room. The corner my sister and I had reserved for eating our meals. As I bent forward towards my piece of shattered glass that served as a plate to avoid dropping even the most precious crumb, the chair creaked in discontent. This sound was not an unwelcome sound; it was the only sound that managed to break my mind from the eternal zombie-like state it was in.
I looked up at the clock. It was 11:37. We were supposed to be in the Main Hall by noon. I put on my best shirt, buttoned what buttons were left, and began walking down the hall. There weren't many of us here. Perhaps 200. We could hold up to 300, but the complex's officials decided not to trust anyone else into the walls of our sanctuary.
I eased the door open, catching a glimpse of the sign that proudly bore the title 'Cafeteria'.
As soon as I stepped inside, I regretted it. The reason for this meeting had become blear to be. There, in the middle of the room, encased in glass, was the sight so many of us were haunted with years ago.
The crowd was gathered around, trying to get a better look. The twisted, miserable, black body lie in a position only something dead could acheive. Her eyes were still helplessly open, and her mouth was mid-scream. For once in my life, I immediately spoke up.
"Why are you making us all see this? We saw it all once! Why make us relive our pain?"
Immediately a tall, slender woman turned around. Her black eyes encased in black frames gazed down upon me. Her black hair was pulled into a bun, and her black suit only added to the display. Black. Black. Black. The world already has enough black.
"Why? Well, if you'd wish to know, it is because all of YOU brought it upon yourselves, and this is your punishment."
I didn't understand.
"What did 'we' do, exactly?"
The woman looked irritable.
"Somebody left our walls to go do frivolous and unnecessary things, and somehow, they brought the virus into our walls. Into our home. We offered all of you protection, and you ruined it. You ruined it all."

Dystopia 2?