The Meaning of Life

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We all head out of the room, Kisa at the front and the boy named Charles rounding up the back. The hair on my neck stands on end as everyone exists cause now here it comes the hushed whispering, the low and breathy comments.  I continue to walk till I get to the plat form. I notice I'm missing a dog. I look through the crowd and notice it Standing by the little girl who stopped me before, I wave her to come forward. She runs forward and Snow is quick to follow. When she stands in front on me, I knelt down." Her name is Snow." I tell the little girl when she finally stops. She looks to the side where Snow is sitting at attention at her side.

" She is pretty." She mumbles blushing looking back at me with a smile.

"She is one of my strongest, a leader." I pet Snow on her head. I stand back up and Snow nudges the girl towards me. I nod and Look at everyone else.

"As I mentioned earlier I would find those who decided not to fight other jobs that didn't endanger themselves as well as anyone else." I pause to make sure I have everyone's attention. "Some will be in charge of keeping count, whether that's keeping a count of food stock and weapons I want 4 people doing it 4 sets of eyes on 2 parts. Weapons won't be on lock down but I want to keep a count in case it comes to that, once you have a count give it to Locke or Myself. I want two people posted at this landing at all times 3 shifts a Morning, Night as well as Afternoon. No one should be coming or going unless they are escorted..." I get cut off by someone in the crowd.

"So your just gonna keep us that didn't walk in the room as slaves and lock us in here!" That one person started a riot. All at once there was yelling, and shouting and pointing, and shoving.


"ENOUGH!" I shouted from my spot. " I'm giving you jobs It's not a form of slavery if you were listening more than you were talking you would have noticed I wasn't done talking. Unless Myself or anyone who went in is with you there is no reason for you to leave. You decided not to fight. You decided that fighting and working as a team wasn't for you. That is fine but I will not let you leave this place knowing you might kill yourself or another whether on purpose or accident. Now If you want to leave feel free to get on the Plat form, there is enough Supplies for at least half of you to leave on here. Ill send you up , and have 2 wolves guide you all away from big hordes and somewhere not near the city. You try to attack the wolves, they will rip you to shreds and comeback either way, they will comeback." I sit crisscross on the plat form becoming dizzy, all these people are exhausting and I still need to explain about kids and escort everyone to a safer secure area.

"I'm leaving then! You all are lunatics!" The man from before shouts once again sending everyone into a tizzy.

"Feel free to leave, if you leave with kids they get there own vote. They stay or go all on their own. I will not let one kid leave who isn't One hundred percent sure about leaving." This response cause gasps and disdainful scoffs, I stand once again pushing through my dizziness, and walk off to the side where the control panel is. The little girl on the platform follows me.

"With that said, this kid," I say wrapping my arm around her. " Stays any other kid is allowed to as well. If the parent leaves I promise to look after them like my own. I will put their life before mine, I will also give you a walkey talkey when you leave. You are to Talkey us, we will not let them Walkey you. You are the only ones that can Judge when a good time to do that is, so to keep you safe, that, I promise you." I finish and open the hatch at the top I have Butch, Sasha and Thor. " The Dog is good with tracking, Sasha and Thor will rip anything apart and help you escape if anything goes bad. However if you think about killing them and they scenes it, they'll rip YOU apart before you can plan." The other wolf pairs come to me and sit facing the people. 

"So all's aboard who is going above." I grin and fan a hand out to the plat form.

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