AFTERMATH

Chapter 9: The Twelve

BECCA'S JOURNAL:

I continued with my assigned role in the medical department of the bunker, keeping a low profile.
Arturo had found many like minded people who felt as though Cadogan and some of his devotees had begun to turn the bunker into a dictatorship environment. They no longer felt safe, knowing their 'saviour' was hidding secrets from them and refusing to allow them to go above ground.

There were twelve that met with us in the service tunnels, each representing a group of people who had a desire for change. I told them this change would come at a price, the truth would completely warp how they viewed their leader, the nature of how they survived and of course my role in the creation of the A.L.I.E code.
Shock overwhelmed each of them after the evidence of our findings was presented.

Anger soon followed, at Cadogan and also at me. "I understand your anger. I've carried this guilt with me since I witnessed the bombs falling. The A.L.I.E code was designed to help humanity not to be used to destroy it. I've played my part in this, I know that, but I'm here now doing everything I can to make it right. It may never be enough, but I have a responsibility to all of you and those out there that somehow survived this nightmare.".

Calm eventually extinguished their anger and for that I was thankful. Now, only disdain for Cadogans actions remained. The twelve representatives agreed to gather as many people as they could in support. It would take many months and covert tactics to build a strong resistance. We were all watched closely, communication proved difficult. We were forced to create a new way of speaking, a new language to convey messages between the twelve groups. Arturo called it Trigedasleng.

Cadogan's days were numbered but the A.I implanted in my body warned that the many outcomes this situation resulted in, could very well end with my own death. This would not deter me. After everything I considered this a small price to pay for finally making things right.