"Falling in love. And say, it's crazy. Falling. You see? We don't say 'rising into love.' There is in it the idea of the fall." -Alan Watts
This isn't just some story where the boy and girl fall for each other, and everything is okay. It's a story w...
"I would rather die standing up than live life on my knees."
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As we made our way through the junkyard, we were still surrounded. I just followed the flow of people through a tunnel and into a courtyard. People seemed to be lining up, making a circle around us. All of the attention was towards my group, and I could see that Rick's smile hadn't left his face. I was nervous now, as we were weaponless and vulnerable.
"Are you a collective, or does one lead?" A woman's voice finally broke the silence.
"This." A woman spoke up and grabbed Rick's shoulders, shoving him forward.
Another woman walked over to Rick and stood in front of him. She looked to be the leader.
"Hi. I'm Rick," our leader introduced himself.
"We own your lives. You want to buy them back? Have anything?" She spoke up.
She seemed to have a problem with speaking in full sentences. And what did she mean by 'owning our lives?'
"Well, you have one of my people. Gabriel. I want to see him first. Then we can talk," Rick negotiated.
A blonde woman and an older man walked out of sight, then later returned with Gabriel.
"The boat things you took got taken. Saw them, so we took the rest. And we took him," The leader with terrible bangs spoke in a minimalistic way.
"Well, then you know we have nothing to buy back our lives with. That's what you'll have soon-- nothing. Because me and my people already belong to that group who took those supplies from the boat," Rick began.
"They're called the Saviors. They own our lives. And if you kill us, he'll be taking something from them. And they will come looking. You only have two options when it comes to the Saviors-- either they kill you, or they own you," Rick intelligently used his words.
"But there is a way out. Join us. Join us in fighting them," he offered.
I anxiously waited for her answer. We all did.
"No," she scoffed. She looked absolutely disgusted.
She then made a hand gesture, and the trash bags attached us. One person harshly grabbed my arm, but I forcefully yanked it back and used my other arm to fight back.
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