REVOLT

Section Thirteen

I placed my bag of berries onto the stacking table. The man working there nodded at me before pulling them off. I looked around to see if I could spot any other members. I was glad that I couldn't. I decided to go Scavenge on my own, even thought I wasn't supposed too. I walked over towards my tent and heard crying. I didn't know if it was coming from inside my tent or not.

"Taylor?" I asked, peaking into the tent. No sign of Taylor. I leaned back up. The crying was coming from the tent over.

"Hey, is everything okay?" I asked.

"Y-yeah.." The female voice cracked.

"Is it okay if I come in?" I asked.

"Sure.."

I zipped it up and peaked inside. I saw a female wiping her eyes. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm okay." She wasn't. I looked down to see that she was noticeably pregnant. My heart ached.

"My name is Kaitlyn, I stay in the tent right beside you with a friend." I smiled at her.

"I'm Verga." She sniffled.

"I'm really sorry that you're having to deal with all this, we can talk about it if you want, if not I totally understand."

She scooted over. I took it as she wanted me to come sit. I went and sat beside her.

"I just don't know what to do, I lost my husband when everything fell and I'm gonna be having my daughter soon, I just don't think I can go on with everything." She started crying even more.

"I understand how you feel, everything is so confusing and upsetting."

"I can't go to the hospital when I go into labor, what am I supposed too do."

"The next best thing right now would be Dr. Bowing."

She smiled.

"I miss my husband. He turned into one of those things, I barely got away. I had to hide in the bed of a truck until he left." She looked so heartbroken. I started to feel anxious, as if I was supposed bro running from something. Am I feeling what she felt?

I wanted to cry with her.

"Kaitlyn? Where are you?" I heard Charlotte calling for me. "Hey, I gotta go Verga, I'll talk to you later?" I smiled before exiting her tent.

"Oh hey! I know you're tired of hearing this but I need you to round up your unit, O'neil will be speaking soon." She said before walking off.

I walked around and gathered everyone. We met at O'neils shack.

The sun started setting as he walked out.

"Hello everyone, I want to start this off by saying thank you, the hard work you've all done so far has kept this refugee came going. With that being said, we can go a little bit farther." He stood up on the stool.

"I know all of us here want the world back to the way it was before the fall, but I'm afraid it can never be exactly the same, but we can sure as hell try."

He locked his eyes onto the crowd.

"My name is Kenneth J. O'neil, I am the leader of this camp and now the captain of this war!" He yelled with force strong enough to shake the ground. I was confused and in shock that he actually decided on it.

"From this day forward, we are at war, we are going to fight to take our world back, if you do not wish to fight with me then step away and back into your tents, you are not obligated to fight but I am obligated to protect you."

I looked at him, I didn't want to fight. But as he spoke about taking back the land, the images of my parents, my sister and how I saw Mercedes pierced my brain. People who did no wrong... Suffering...dead..and brainwashed. They didn't deserve none of this.

I looked around too see if anyone was around me. There was a few. There was a handful of people that I didn't know. I looked behind me, Taylor was standing behind me, she looked petrified. I saw Danica and Dax, both slowly backing away until they saw me looking at them. The stopped. Keenan didn't move, instead he stood still, tears racing down his face. Cameron leaned over at me and smiled. We were all ready for war.

"That settles it, Soldiers of the rebellion, let me hear you scream!"

The power of the combined yell made the leaves russel.

A few days later.

The armory unit raided a nearby ammunition store. They returned back with firearms of all shapes in sizes. I still had the one I collected from that car hidden in the tent. Charlotte watched then sort them out, bags under her eyes. I believe Captain was running her rampid.

The ones fighting were handing a blue cloth to wrap around our wrist. It was to identify the Soldiers from the ones that are not. At nights we started gathering around captain O'neil to listen to him talk about the bastardized.

Each one of the fighters were handed a gun, we were put there training. We had to learn how to shoot our targets, detect sound and how to identify the mindless. We were worked beyond belief each night. It was almost inhumane. No matter how much I bled, cried or sweated, I remembered those who needed to be free.

I want the world to be free.