Resent (complete)

Chapter Seven- People Change

"Ummmmm," Jeremy struggled to decide, "Sure. As long as my family and I are safe."

Mrs. Ink didn't really like his reply. "The Rebels are fighters. We are against the government and the poor army. So you must fight, not cower and let them run over you."

Chester spoke confidently,"I'm in. But let's call them The Revolt, since they are trying to revolutionize the country."

Mrs. Ink nodded and looked at Jeremy and Christine,"You in?" They hesitantly nodded their heads. Mrs. Ink bent down to the two fallen allies,"I'm sorry." She grabbed the two large guns from their cold, limp hands and handed them to Chester's mom and dad.

"Killed about about ten of 'em today, not including that car we just shot up," Mrs. Ink said,"so I bet they regret coming after my people." She laughed. Laughed!

How can she laugh at a time like this; so much death and blood, Chester thought. "Mrs. Ink. How, why would you laugh at a time like this?"

"People change kid. The world forces us to change. Now, let us get a move on. Tomorrow morning we will attack one of The Revolt's , as Chester calls it, camps."

Camps! Chester was surprised, I wonder where these camps are.

He decided to keep silent about this, so did his parents. They walked through the dark deserted streets for about fourteen minutes before entering the reserve again. Chester saw his mom with her gun, she looked strong and powerful.

They continued walking until a small hut came into view. Chester checked his expensive wristwatch: 1:37am. He was very tired. Tonight would have been a school night so Chester was used to going to sleep around 10:30pm.

"Let's go in, get a good rest, and when we get up we will exterminate every living soul in that camp. It's near here so be silent."Mrs. Ink ordered.

Chester followed The Rebels into the tiny cabin. He had never been in anything so small. The log walls were splintered, the windows were busted letting in a bit of moonlight and a chilling breeze, and the floorboards were rotting. There was only two rooms-a small bathroom, of course it's broken, and the larger room where they would sleep.

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Chester woke with a magnificent start. He heard laughter. Shouting and laughter! Though the noises were far away, they still chilled him to the bone.

Is that the camp? Are they really having a good time? Chester wondered. Mrs. Ink got sat up too.

"Don't worry kid, that's just the camp. They are celebrating the deaths that they have caused. These people are demented. Go back to bed now. Sweet dreams."

"Yes mam." Chester laid back down on the creaky floorboards and shut his eyes. He fought to sleep that night.

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"Rise and shine guys," A voice called,"we must get going." It wasn't Mrs. Ink's voice- just one of the other Rebels. A woman with curly red hair that went down to her shoulders.

The woman caught Chester staring at her,"Name's Brook." Everyone lazily rose onto their stiff legs. Mrs. Ink passed out little Zip-Lock bags of Cheerios for breakfast. Chester was far too used to having a large breakfast, so these didn't fill his empty stomach very well at all.

"Mom, I wish we had milk and eggs and bacon and-" Chester was interrupted by Mrs. Ink.

"Kid, you won't get any of that stuff unless you help us fight and overthrow the government. Then we will be free again."