The ride to the Facility was bumpy and uncomfortable-- although that is the least of my worries. I said a few prayers while I was in the truck, thanking the Lord for what he has given me. Maybe I won't die.
I'm going to die.
"Time to hop out. I got other families to destroy." I glare at the big man as he rips me out of the hot vehicle.
He drags me the whole way to the giant, cement building in front of us.
"Super sorry to do this to you, uhh?" The man is asking my name. The man who killed my parents is asking for my name. I stay silent. This can't be happening.
"Okay then. In ya go!" He pushes open the big, metal doors and shoves me inside.
"My names Rodger, by the way."
I can't look at him. Why is he trying to be friendly all of a sudden? I stop thinking about him and look around. There are hundreds of teenagers that look to be around seventeen, my age.
I wipe the tears from my eyes and start towards the center of the the gigantic room.
Everything is cement. There are ten long tables for everyone to sit at, and a long line of people waiting for food. I decide to get in line. I'm still shaking, still not understanding what has been happening in the past hour, and still hoping this is just a drea-- nightmare. I've realized there is no use in crying anymore, it won't bring my parents back.
The whole time in line I was thinking about my parents, thinking about how kind and protective they were. I loved them. And now they are gone.
It's my turn for food. I grab a tray and start sliding it down the cold ledge as the people behind the counter pack random food onto my plate. Once I have my food, I start walking to find a place to sit and maybe someone to talk to to take my mind off my parents.
Everyone around me is in conversation and smiling like nothing is wrong. How could they think nothing is wrong? I tap on a guy's shoulder. He looks to be my age, maybe a bit older.
"Um, excuse me?" I start, "what is this place?"
He turns around and his eyes go wide. "Hey, haven't seen you around," he smirks, "are you new?"
"I guess so..." I respond. He has red hair and a face full of freckles.
"Hey, everyone! We got a new girl!"
Everyone turns to look at me. Before I can stop the freckled-face freak, he lifts me up onto his shoulders and everyone starts to chant "New girl! New girl! New girl!"
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Misterio / Suspenso"Let's go! Get down here! Everyone on the ground!" My eyes shoot open and I sit up as quick as I can. They're here. I silently walk towards the stairs where I see my father and my mother-- and a Rebel Guard. The Rebel Guards have been ar...
