Brother

Plan

Jacobson's POV

I watch Tundra as she nods her head while looking at the ground. Her hair is so dirty it sticks to her head in a tangled mess. It's a dark brown now, but from the first time I saw her, it was light.
She glances up at me, exhaling deeply.
"What do you suggest we do?"
Her hazel eyes move from me to the rest of the group.
Her eyes are outlined with dark circles and bags. Her cheeks are hallow compared to when we first saw her. She's lost a lot of weight. Her mother is the same way, but I truly don't believe she's here anymore.

"We should head to The Regrime and light the place up!" Otis shouts, clearly more excited about shooting bombs than anything. He puts his hand in the air, waiting for a high five. Toby ignores it. Otis' hand slowly goes down.

"No," Toby says serious, then a slow grin appears on his face, "Let's kidnap everyone
involved with that piece of shit place." Otis nods his head eagerly. The rest of the group looks at the two with confusion of why.

Well, this isn't going too great.

"Blowing the place up isn't an option, firstly. And second, if we do kidnap anyone then people will go crazy. We need to make a protest first. Then we can possibly kidnap." I say carefully. Listening to myself and realizing that I sound crazy isn't the best feeling in the world.

"So, what are we trying to do- throw over the government now?" Logan says, smirking. His white hair falls in his eyes and he shakes his head to get it out.
"Why not?" I shrug, feeling like I should be put in a mental hospital.

"Yeah, I agree," Spencer speaks up,"We will never get out of this war. It's what the Regrime is built off of. So why not try something?" He says, shrugging his shoulders.

"I don't want to hurt anyone." Theodore says strictly, glancing at all of us.
"Everyone has been through enough." His hand gestures to Tundra and her mother.

"I do," Otis and Toby say at the same time, but they're just playing. I hope.

"We should get into a shelter before we decide anything. It's so cold and my mother is sick." Tundra says quietly, touching her mother's shoulder. Her mother is trembling.

Tundra and her mother aren't wearing clothes fit for this weather. Both are wearing nightgowns, considering when we took them it was night time. They do have on shoes, but just poorly hand-made sandals that are falling apart.

The weather isn't freezing, yet still cold. You can barley see our breaths as we talk. We need to head somewhere before we start making any plans.

"Okay. Theodore, you're someone I can trust. I want you to go to the Regrime, report that we killed our prisoners so they won't be suspicious. After that, you can meet us somewhere..." I stop, knowing that I don't want to bring them to my house. My parents might not be up for this whole kidnap the government thing. They might not want seven extra people to fit in the small house. It can be possible that Logan has a house of his own because he's returning, but I doubt it.
I clear my throat, "Logan, or anyone for the matter, do you have a place that can house eight people?" I ask them.
Spencer shakes his head no, and glances at the others.
Otis shrugs his shoulders and Toby says nope.
"We don't all have to fit in one place. How about the people who do have homes, stay at their places and someone can just take these two." Logan says, gesturing towards Tundra and her mother.
"I would... But our rations in food are lower back at home because my father died a couple years back. So I wouldn't be able to feed them." Spencer frowns after he speaks, obviously feeling bad.
"Me and Otis could watch over you," Toby winks at Tundra and nudges Otis.
"Yeah." Otis grins.
Tundra shakes her head no. "I'd rather not.." She whispers, eyes wide.
"To be fair, me and Theodore took care of them the whole entire time on camp. It's time the big leader-" He slaps me on the back, smiling,"-did something."
Theodore shrugs, "You heard him, Captain." He smirks at me.
I can tell that they're playing, yet they're also serious. Tundra hates me already, I know, and I doubt she would want to be anywhere around me.
I glance at Tundra and her mother. I look back to Logan and Theo. I wish I could tell them that she hates me, but I know they already know that.
I bite my lip and inhale deeply, "Okay, Tundra, you two are coming with me." I feel my face start to redden slightly. I'm not sure why. Maybe because I don't feel comfortable around someone who hates me.
I honestly get why she does, yet then again I don't. It was obvious she was in a bad situation then. On the ground, crying, screaming for him to stop.
He didn't, he kept on. As soon as I walked into their house, I saw one body, who at the time I didn't know if it was alive or dead. Then I saw him, and what he was doing to her.
I turn my gaze to the ground and stick my hands into my pockets, looking at my shoes.
I remember her face. Scared. Terrified. Red with pain, stained with tears. Her hazel eyes as wide as possible. Her light brown hair a tangled mess.
"Oh... Okay." I hear her say. Her voice is as light as a feather, so very silent that I barley caught it. I nod my head, I'm not sure what at, but I do anyway.
"I'll get on with my order," Theodore says and I gaze up at him. I raise my eyebrows and say, "Okay, well. Meet us at my house. We'll go from there."
He nods his head yes and starts jogging to the building.
"Go to your families, tell them whatever and let's meet up as soon as we can." I say to the squad.
They all leave, going different directions. Going home.
I turn to the two people left which are Tundra and her mother.
"I.. Uh, my house is this way." I stumble over my words before motioning with my hand for them to follow me.
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We're almost there. The walk has been filled with silence other than her mother's mumbles.
I see our house ahead. No one stands on the porch, and for a second I find myself worrying if there's actually someone inside.
I push the thought away.
They're okay, I tell myself.
We get to the porch and I let them go first. The boards creek as they step on them, visibly moving underneath their weight.
I noticed the few flowers my mother did plant look like they're dying. The winter is cruel. We usually get less food in the winter because everything dies.
I don't know how we will be able to feed them two. We can barley feed ourselves as a country.
I open the door, and it creaks in protest. I let them two go first, then me. They stand in the small livingroom, peering at eachother.
"Let's get you two cleaned up?" My mom struts into the room, glancing at me from the corner of eye, as if asking why?

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I honestly would LOVE to write longer chapters but I write on my phone and it glitches up if I go longer than 1200 words. But no worries! School is the 4th, so I'll have a chrome book after then. Thank you everyone.
And a HUGE thank you to zaynkinlen making this beautiful cover!!!
See ya later mates
Hayley~
P.s correct me on any errors, just be kind