The world went to hell shortly after that first attack on the city I was in. Its was every man from themsleves until one day all the people who held a little bit of power silently agreed to live away from eachother. Now the world stayed divided up in to sections.

The first group of people were called the outsiders, the were the ones that you had to avoid they trusted no one and you were smart to do the same with them. Outsiders are the people who would kill you no matter what the age or circumstance. The were the closest group, and the most deadly, they had most of the weapons left. Then there was my group we are called the survivors, and that is exactly what we are. We do what we have to do to survive and nothing more, literally nothing more then that. The other groups are the murder, the lost, and the last. I don't know much about them, I just know their names.


11. Chapter eleven.

I lay down on the futon and sigh. Once again, I have been left alone for a few days, but this time I got to see what I was eating. It turns out that I have been eating plain oatmeal for the past week, mind you, this time I got fruit with it. The fruit was something I didn't recognize, the were small, red, and had bumps all over them.

"What are these?" I ask the person who passes me the food.

"You don't know what there called," The girl says "There called raspberries, we grow them here." 

Raspberries. I have never heard of raspberries, I have heard of strawberries and they were one of my favorite foods but raspberries were something new to me. they felt weird in my mouth when I eat them and I decide to leave them on the plate. The girl comes back and I thank her for the food.

I was going to try and escape but I couldn't bring myself to harm the girl that brought me food today, she was nice and kind towards me unlike the others that have brought me my meals. Tomorrow. Tomorrow seemed like a day as good as any other and hopefully it would be someone else bringing me the food.

I walk over to the door and try to open it, and as usual it is locked. I pull on it and it doesn't move not even like a normal door would if you pulled on it. I go over to the window and also try to open it. The window does open a little but not far enough for me to fit through. I close the window and head to the bathroom. The bathroom that is in here is tiny but is good enough and it is better then not having one.

I go back to the futon and sit down. I am not quite sure what the fabric is that the bedspread is made out of but it feels scratchy and dry. I run my hand along it and it feel strange and unusual, like nothing I have ever considered a blanket. I lay down and wonder how much longer I will be here and if I will ever get my questions answered.

I quickly sit upright when I hear a knock on the door. The door opens and Harry walks in. his hair is wet and so is his clothes. He walks over to the hook that is near the door and removes his jacket. Water falls onto the floor and leaves a small puddle beside him, he hangs up his jacket and turns to face me.

"Hello." Harry says.

I wave and don't talk. I don't really feel like talking because it isn't something I have ben doing regularly. The last time I talked may have been earlier but it felt wrong, like I shouldn't have spoken. Harry looks at me with confusion written across his face.

"No questions today?" Harry asks.

"No." I say quietly. My voice sounds strange and it sounds like it doesn't belong to me.

"Surprising." Harry says.

"Wait, I do have a question." I say "Why are you here?"

Harry hasn't come to this hut since the day that I came here and I didn't expect him to ever come back. I honestly hoped he didn't come back, unlike the girl that gave me food today because she should come back every day.

"Because you're not staying here anymore." He answers.

Thank the lord, maybe I am going to have a chance to get away from this camp. I know that it is not likely to escape from here now but knowing that there is a slight possibility that I can is hopeful. I wonder where I am going?

There is a slight chance that I will be traded like the people I traded recently but I doubt it, the went through the trouble of trying to find me so I don't think that would be smart on their behalf. I could also be going back to that cold dark and empty room that I spent a few days in with no one to talk to and no one to even see.

" Where will I be going?" I ask trying to figure out where I will now be staying.

"That's not something you need to worry about." Harry says. "Anna!"

Anna, is Anna with him? Did they catch her too? Hopefully not. Anna walks in and waves to me with an awkward smile on her face.

"You will follow Anna and she will help you get what you need then you will come back here." Harry says.

I will follow Anna to get what I need? What is that supposed to mean? At this point I am almost a hundred percent sure that Anna is working with Harry and the others, but what is it that I am supposedly needing? Anna heads to the door and leans against it looking like she would rather be anywhere but here. Harry walks over to me and looks down upon me as if I was a little kid.

"You will behave and not start trouble or there will be problems." Harry says in a tone that doesn't suit him.

I nod and head over to Anna who looks like she just wants to get this done and over with. Anna opens the door and we leave. I take a look at the hut that I was in, the door looks like normal wood and that windows look older outside then they do inside but you can still see the noticeable cracks. We continue to walk down the dirt trail that has many indents and holes in it and I am worried that I may fall down because of how many times I have already tripped on them.

Anna stops in front of a small building that looks just a little bit larger then the small hut that I was in. the building is made of many different colored bricks and looks as though this was made with whatever they could find.

"Go in there to get some stuff there will be Mercy waiting to help you." Anna says with confidence that wasn't there before.

I don't bother to say okay because even after I helped her she didn't seem to think twice about the situation that I am now in. I open the heavy metal door and it reveals a dimly candle light storage area. There are about ten shelves in here filled with things from clothes to scissors and there is an abundance of everything and looks as though they won't have to worry about anything for a long time.

I walk over to the closest shelf and open one of the boxes, the box is filled with metal pieces that didn't seem to belong to anything. I pick one up and can feel the rust on it, it must have been in here a long time to have rusted this much. I put it down and close the box, I go to the next box and decide to open it as well. I am about to get the lid open when I hear clattering behind me. I quickly turn around and see Mercy looking at me with pure anger.

"Let's get you some stuff." Mercy says sourly.

What's her problem? I follow her as she quickly walks through the shelving. We stop in front of the largest shelf in this building and I can see that these boxes are different then the others. The other boxes were made of clear plastic that had a removable lid, these boxes were made of cardboard that looked like they survived a lot.

Mercy opens the box and tosses me a small package. I look at the box and can see that it is a razor. Thank goodness, my legs were getting hairy. Even though razors were a thing of the old world we all still enjoyed not having hairy legs. Mercy closes that box and opens another that looks like it is about to crumple into a million piece. She throws me a stick of deodorant and a hair brush. My hair at this point was beyond tangled and knotted and didn't feel good against my back. Mercy also tosses me a bar of soap. I smell it and it actually smells decent, it will defiantly be an improvement to the smell that comes off of me right now.

"Do you get your period?" Mercy asks.

"No." I say.

I don't get my period because it was required that every girl over the age of twelve got birth control shots, so that way we didn't get pregnant or have our periods to interfere with our tasks. I find that it is smart to have this because it really saves everyone the struggle It is helpful because we never have to stop and think about when our next period is and what we were going to use to stop it from going through our clothes. Which I have seen others who refused to get the needle have to deal with all of the stains.

"Birth control?" Mercy checks.

"Yeah." I say.

"Just so you know we have shots for that so just go and get that once every so often." Mercy informs me.

I nod my head and head in the direction of the door. The boxes that Mercy tripped over are still on the floor, I don't bother looking at what is in them because I have a feeling that it is pretty basic things. I wave goodbye to Mercy who still seems annoyed by my presence, I open the door to see Anna sitting on the ground drawing in the dirt. She seems to be drawing people and each one looks similar to the others. There is a small little boy that is drawn to have a smile and an older girl who looks happy as well, then there is two others who I am guessing are parents. Anna looks up to me and wipes the picture away from the dirt and then stands up.

"You have what you need I see." Anna says.

We walk back to the hut slowly and I can see children looking curiously at me with wide eyes. There are three of them and each one looks different. The smallest that is there is a little boy with curly light brown hair and looks as though he could be starving. One of the little girls walks up to me and pulls on my shirt. She looks at me with a huge smile and looks like she wants to say something. If you want to say something then say it. I love how all little kids are afraid to talk to someone older then them even if they have known them for a long time.

"Hello." She finally says.

"Hi." I say.

She walks along side me as we make our way back to the hut, she has to jog to remain beside me but she manages. It seems confusing to me why she would want to walk along with me considering I am basically a prisoner, but I don't say anything because I am enjoying the acceptance even if it is from I small child.

She grabs my hand and holds onto it; her little fingers easily wrap around my finger. I realize now that she can be no older then four and is clearly unaware of why she hasn't seen me here before.  I can see the hut ahead and the littles girls grip tightens as if she is afraid. She stops moving and let's go, I look down at her and see that she is in fact scared.

"Bye." She stutters "I have to go and can't be around that place."

She walks off and Anna looks disapprovingly as she wonders to her mother. Her mother's arms are out stretched as she reaches for her daughter, clearly the camp knows that I am staying in this hut. Anna continues to stare at the mother and child until they are out of sight. Does she still have a family? I am about to ask her when she reaches into her pocket and takes out a maroon colored string with a small key on the end of it. She goes to unlock the door but Harry opens it instead.

"I see you have what you need." Harry says. "So, let's go to the other place." 

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