I walked with Roseline past the rubble of her old neighborhood. Other kids played on the mounts of concrete and steel bars that used to be their homes. As Roseline and I passed them, many of the kids began to follow us. They poked and pulled my fingers, all trying to hold my hand.
When we reached the camps, the children fled towards their own tents. Roseline and I walked towards the border of the camp, to her tent. There, her aunt and her grandmother lived with her cousin and his sister.
"Stay, I'll get food." I whisper to her, kissing the top of her head.
Little Roseline nods and disappears into her make-shift home. I can hear the greetings and rejoicing that follows the reunification.
I smile, heading back towards the food trucks. By now rations were scarce and whether I got any for Roseline and her family was in the Project Manager's hands.
I approached the window to gather the rations when a voice behind me spoke:
"Well Well, Miss DuPuis, I didn't expect you to come so late. It seems all the rations are all gone for today." he chuckled.
Rolling my eyes, I fold my arms across my chest and turn around, "C'mon Gavin. The family needs the food. In case you haven't heard, their whole world just fell apart, literally, and they need all the help they can get."
Gavin smirked, setting the last box of meals on the ground and walking towards me. He was playing God with these people, and he knew it. He was completely aware that being project manager gave him a little bit of leverage above everyone. "Is that any way to speak to your superior?"
As he laid a hand on my shoulder, I stepped away, "You aren't my superior."
Gavin shrugged and walked back to his box, knealing down and picking it up. As he turned to face me, he froze. His face was rid of all power and fraught with nervousness.
I glanced over my shoulder to see a man standing behind me. One hand shading his soft blue eyes from the demanding sun. "Mr. Fallon just give this lady her rations for her assigned family."
Without hesitation, Gavin nodded and handed me the five meals Roseline and her family required.
The anonymous man walked over and grabbed the box from Gavins hand. Glaring at me, Gavin sought refuge in his tent.
With the remaining meals in hand, the man strut towards me with an inviting grin. He set the box on the ground and extended a hand, "My name's Jared."
I reciprocated his friendly gesture and shook his hand, "I'm Dawson."
