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Wentz leads us back to the diner a few moments later. I keep my head down and hope no one notices the bright red blush on my face and the slowly bruising marks on my neck. I want to reach a hand p to cover them but Wentz swats my hand down. My hopes of not being noticed are sadly crushed because as soon as we get into the dining hall a few hollers and whistles sound from the men still sitting on the many stools and booths. I look up and my eyes land on the one with the large forehead grinning at us. My eyes snap back to the ground and I wish it would just swallow me alive. 

"I'm surprised it isn't walking funny!" One of them yells and the others laugh including Wentz. At that moment I hate all of them and pray for death literally anything just gets me out of this living nightmare. I gaze across the floor and sacks over-stuffed with food lay propped up on basically any surface. I look back and see the doors to the food storage are ripped clean off and the shelves lay bare. I suck in a quick breath, there is nothing left. Decades worth of food scrapped clean shoveled out and eaten by greedy mouths. I watch as some of the men begin to haul the last of the bags out of the room. 

"So Wentz we leave in an hour. Get whatever you want and meet us at the door got it?" The one named Joe says loudly over all the noise of everyone around them. He looks across the room, making it clear that the message is for more than just Wentz. Most of the men grumble and swing out of their chairs picking up bags and exiting the room. 

"Sounds good to me but I already have my main prize." He says pulling me against him again wrapping his arm securely around my waist and digging his nose into my neck. I want to push him off and run away and I also want to break down and cry but I do neither and instead bite my lip and stare at the floor. I can hear the other men laughing and I cringe.

I always hated being the center of attention it made me uncomfortable its why I choose to be a doctor because then you only have to deal with one person at a time. Now I knew the only reason they were looking at me was because of Wentz but it still made my skin crawl. I shift uncomfortably as I catch Joe looking at Wentz and he smiles patting him on the arm before walking out of the room. 

Then Wentz turns and pulls me out of the room, we walk a short distance and he snags an empty bag off from the ground but keeps his arm firmly around my waist. As we walk he leans down and whispers into my ear.  "Which room is yours?" He whispers, I look at him and smile, quickly turning us around toward the stairs, leading him around the maze of tunnels that lead up to my personal quarters. We wind around a few corners and finally up the semi-hidden stairs that lead to my room, there are only three rooms up here, the overseers quarters, head of security and my own. Being the doctor has its perks. I can see the marks of weapons on the doors but they look like no one was able to breach the rooms. Which I am thankful for. 

I punch in the code to my room and Wentz watches me closely when the door finally opens he enters it and looks around smiling, the first real smile I have seen on his face, as he does a 360 in the room. "I didn't know that you guys had posters down here." His fingers trace over the posters, the colors long faded to only red, faint yellows and blue. "They are so colorful." He says in awe, walking up close to a few and running his hand down one of them. He quickly snaps out of his daze. "Grab whatever you want, and grab it quick," he throws the empty sack in his hand at me and I place it on the bed before running around the room.

I  quickly run to my dresser and pull out a few vault suits, the leather jacket, as well as the picture of my dad and mom, I stroke my thumb over the grainy picture of them, the camera in the vault was never that good, everyone only got one photo of themselves in their lifetime, I had been saving my one picture until I had someone to take it with. That moment had never come. I sigh and place the items on the bad and then I dive underneath it and pull out the pistol I kept there. Standard issue for people with power in the vault only the overseer, the guards, and the doctor were allowed to hold guns.

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