Chapter 8- You deaf now?
My mouth dropped.
Figurative of course, I'm not a cartoon.
" Do you know where he is?"
" Old warehouse in Area 5," Tess said to Uncle Joel as she refilled my glass. "Can't say for how long though, you up for a fight?"
" After what those people did to me, of course!"
" Your still healin' darlin'," Uncle Joel said. " You should stay-"
" They beat me almost to death!" I practically shouted, my voice cracking. " They took a lead pipe to my stomach and killed my baby girl, along with Jessie, so don't you DARE tell me what to do!"
" Let's go get em' then," Tess said, as she headed for the door.
I grabbed the bottle of alcohol we were drinking out of, slid it into my left back pocket, and followed Tess.
" The checkpoints still open," Joel said. " You got our papers?"
" Yeah, so they shouldn't give us any heat when we reach it.
" Attention," A female voice said over the inner calm. " Citizen's-"
" Blah, blah, blah, blah," I huffed. " How many times do they have to play that damn message? Not everyone's deaf."
" Rebelling against your own rules I see," Tess said.
We exited the building and walked by 2 friends of ours.
" Hey guys," Tara said, in a nervous tone. " How are you doin' sweetheart?"
" Good," I lied. " We gotta go, see you around."
" Bye." She said as we left.
When we rounded the corner, there were 3 people on their knee's, being scanned.
" Idiots." I exhaled.
" Your one to talk." Tess smirked as we walked up to the gate we were going to walk through to reach the wharf.
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Action(After the 20-year time skip) Name: Quilla Miller Age: 28 Died hair: Yes Hair Color: Blueberry Blue Hair Length: Long Hair Style: Slightly Curly ( put up in a high ponytail) Highlights: Cherry Red Location: 2 in front, 2 on the side, and 2...
