The Third War

Chapter Eighty Six: Kristy

We spent the next couple of hours hanging out in my room. Dustin wound up taking a nap soon after the conversation about 'shippers' died down, so we had all started quietly doing our own things in order to not wake him. I once again began drawing while Zoe brought her keyboard and headphones in. Jerry and Hazel sat out in the hall talking in hushed voices.

Dustin woke up eventually and sleepily petted the cats, "Cats cats cats, cats are cool. Did you know cats are cool?"

I looked over at him as he rubbed their heads still half asleep, "Yes, yes I did."

He hummed in response before trying to flatten his hair which was sticking up in every direction.

The box shaped speakers which I had never paid attention prior to them speaking suddenly spoke out in the hall, "Could any and all soldiers except the precious predetermined ones head toward the assembly room."

The 'precious predetermined ones' was said with sarcasm and jealousy so I had to ask, "What do they mean by 'precious predetermined.'"

Hazel stood up stretching her arms in the air, "It means they told some people ahead of time not to leave their posts. Come on Jeremy, you weren't one of them."

Jerry stood up, "Whyyy."

"Cause you're special," I told him.

Hazel corrected me, "Actually, it's because Kristy is more competent than you to take care of herself and Zoe."

BOOM.

"I hate it when you go the leader meetings and come back mean," he pouted.

Hazel just rolled her eyes, "Come on."

The two left with Jerry still complaining.

"Alright, now what do we?"

Dustin stood up still blinking the sleep from his eyes, "I don't know, but it's boring up here."

I closed my sketch book standing as well, "Right, and I'm not about to waste the last hours you have here."

He suggested, "Well, there's still snow outside, so if we could acquire more jackets we could mess around in that."

"To the stuffmart."

Dustin did a small victory dance, "Yay!"

We headed downstairs bringing a couple cats along.

"Hey Kristy?"

"Yes?"

"Would you watch my box?"

"Box?" I asked unsure of what he meant.

"Yeah, when we left the tunnels we put all of our valuables in cardboard boxes. I don't want Chloe going through it," he explained.

"Oh," I nodded, "Sure, I'll keep it safe."

He smiled, "Thanks, she'd use it as black mail once I got back sooo."

"That's Chloe for you."

Dustin let out a scoff, "She used to be worse. In the very beginning, it was small things. Our socks started disappearing like, only one from a pair. We know someone was doing it because it's not like they got lost in the dryer. We eventually found her stash, and that's when we realized she wasn't just an innocent kid."

"Wow," I shook my head, "at least you learned it."

We walked into the stuffmart and began wandering around in search of coats. Dustin went toward the back as I turned into the front aisle. The first thing I saw was a football sized model of a green, star nosed mole.