Problem in Sector 8 [open]

Zack was walking to the Factory, he did a cartwheel over a bench that was nailed to the sidewalk. The boy had so much energy and the Factory was the perfect place to earn money for food and burn off the energy.
He was on the mechanic crew, the group that fixed the machinery that went bad. This job involved climbing over equipment. The occupation was nearly too perfect for the sixteen year old.
He checked into work, already wearing his uniform, a navy jumpsuit.
The head of the crew almost immediately sent him back out.
"See what is wrong with the sheep herders, they aren't meeting their quotas," How this was Zack's job, he didn't know but went anyway.
Zack loved it in this area of District 8. The air was somewhat clear and there were plants where they grew cotton and little green blades that the sheep ate.
"Uh excuse me?" He asked a herder near by, after all he'd never actually been in the fence around the sheep herders before, only seen it. "Where is the head of your department?"
Zack discovered there was a smear of soot on the side of his face and tried to clear it off, however it stuck. Maybe being a sheep herder would be a better occupation.