Every year, on November 5, right before dusk, the people in the village have a meeting at the wall that surrounds the village at mark E27. Everyone thirteen and older only goes to the meeting and waits for their leader, David, to bring out the chest and the boxes.
David arrives on time, wearing jeans with a plain shirt, his short brown hair fell perfectly on his face. His observant green eyes look around to make sure everyone was here. "We are going to start the meeting first by giving out the family rations, came in this morning from The Box."
"The Jones family." David calls. Bill Jones walks over to David, shook his hand, and drags a chest containing his family's ration meals, clothing, and other necessities for the whole year back to his wife and their two 15 year old sons, Wilson and Charley.
"The Horn family, the Green family, the Carter family, the Hill family." David says as he reads off of his list of families."
"Okay, that's everyone. Now, we are going to do the drawing," David says calmly hoping that the families will stay calm. "Everyone grab a slip of paper from the chest and don't open it till I say so."
Everyone drew a slip of paper and waited for David's permission to open it.
"Open the papers." David nervously.
Everyone's paper had a dot on their paper except for Wilson Jones. Wilson turned pale, looked at his family, they stood there gazing at the thought of "One less child, more food for the rest of us."
David gave Wilson a knife, a bag of food to last a couple of days, and a water jug. "Good luck Wilson, try to find a way to get us out of here!" David whispered to Wilson.
"Please! This isn't fair! Mom! Dad! Help me! Please!" Wilson screamed. Although his family was already leaving the meeting, dragging the ration box to their house.
Everyone else got out large square pieces of metal, and surrounded Wilson, and forcing him to back up and stand by the wall. Right at dusk, the wall opened, revealing tall brown things sticking out of the ground with hundreds of strange green ovals at the top of it and short green strings sticking out of the ground.
Wilson screamed, "Please! Don't do this! Help me!"
The screams were ignored by the villagers and forcing Wilson back up into the unknown place. The wall started closing and the villagers held their position. Wilson tried to grab a villager to come with him but a mysterious force field didn't allow the villager to go any further.
"Find a way to get the rest of us out of here!" A villager yelled at Wilson. And moments later, the wall
