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moment’s notice. “Meeko. Where is he?” Aside from Warren, there were a few other members of the community in his room. Harper’s wife, Alice, was one of the first to approach him.
“I don’t know how it happened, Alex. Since we can’t live together, I can’t watch his rations. You know how he gets!” Alice said.
The others started crowding around Alex, spilling their concerns and worries, only adding to the thumping in his head. Their voices blended together in one piercing cry. He felt himself grow hot. His right shoulder burned with heat. The voices reached a crescendo until he finally stood up and screamed.
“ENOUGH!”
The room silenced. Alex gripped his should er, trying to extinguish the imaginary flames licking his skin. He was sweating uncontrollably, and his breathing became sporadic. The faces looking at him had changed from fear of the sentries to a fear of him.
“All right, everybody,” Warren said. “Alex needs to rest.”
Warren ushered everyone out of the room. The only noticeable difference in their absence that Alex could tell was the quiet void that replaced them. Once everyone was out, Warren returned to the edge of Alex’s bed.
“Why don’t you ever let me take a look at your shoulder?” Warren asked.
“There’s nothing wrong with it.”
“You say that, but I see you picking at it non-stop when you don’t think anyone’s looking.”
“It’s fine.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Yeah, you said that already.”
“Oh, so it seems like your memory isn’t damaged, which is good to know, because that way you’ll remember that it’s illegal to attack a sentry!” Warren punched Alex’s leg to accentuate the point. “You’re lucky a blow to the head was all they gave you.”
Alex reached for his boots and began to clumsily put them on. “I need to get Meeko. Which farm camp did they take him to?” Alex asked.
“Don’t do this to yourself,” Warren answered.
The blinding, sharp pain in Alex’s head was replaced by his rage. He wrenched Warren’s collar in his fist and gritted his teeth. “Which farm camp?”
“I don’t know specifically which one, but they headed toward Topeka.”
Chapter 2
The smell of the musty carpet of the Topeka, Kansas city hall was overwhelming. The A/C vents had leaked all summer, and they couldn’t get the parts to fix them. It wasn’t classified as a priority item in the budget, which was already strapped.
It was here in this small town hall where the founding members of the Soil Coalition gathered to discuss the pressing matters involving the nation and its citizens. The location was chosen as headquarters as a publicity stunt. They wanted the initiative to be in the heart of the country, just as it would be embedded in the hearts of its people.
The council went round and round, and Gordon Reath sat hunched in his seat at the center of the table. He twirled the gavel used to start and end their weekly meetings between his fingers. He was one of the only youthful faces in the group. His jet-black hair stood out among the tufts of white and grey, but unlike the citizens of the communities they represented, there was no lack of round cheeks and overindulgent waistlines. As each councilman spoke, Gordon imagined going down the row, gavel in hand, smacking the heads of each member and sending them back into their holes, like a game of whack-a-mole.
Jared Farnes cleared his throat. “Are we boring you, Mr. Reath?”
The gavel twirled out of Gordon’s hands and thudded against the desk. His head tilted to the side, as his neck seemed to have given up on supporting it. Gordon exuded the morality of a playboy and the patience of a two-year-old.
“We talk about the same problems every week, Mr. Farnes. I doubt this session will offer any new insights.”
Jared Farnes was a rigid piece of steel, and it wasn’t just in his posture. His
“I don’t know how it happened, Alex. Since we can’t live together, I can’t watch his rations. You know how he gets!” Alice said.
The others started crowding around Alex, spilling their concerns and worries, only adding to the thumping in his head. Their voices blended together in one piercing cry. He felt himself grow hot. His right shoulder burned with heat. The voices reached a crescendo until he finally stood up and screamed.
“ENOUGH!”
The room silenced. Alex gripped his should er, trying to extinguish the imaginary flames licking his skin. He was sweating uncontrollably, and his breathing became sporadic. The faces looking at him had changed from fear of the sentries to a fear of him.
“All right, everybody,” Warren said. “Alex needs to rest.”
Warren ushered everyone out of the room. The only noticeable difference in their absence that Alex could tell was the quiet void that replaced them. Once everyone was out, Warren returned to the edge of Alex’s bed.
“Why don’t you ever let me take a look at your shoulder?” Warren asked.
“There’s nothing wrong with it.”
“You say that, but I see you picking at it non-stop when you don’t think anyone’s looking.”
“It’s fine.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Yeah, you said that already.”
“Oh, so it seems like your memory isn’t damaged, which is good to know, because that way you’ll remember that it’s illegal to attack a sentry!” Warren punched Alex’s leg to accentuate the point. “You’re lucky a blow to the head was all they gave you.”
Alex reached for his boots and began to clumsily put them on. “I need to get Meeko. Which farm camp did they take him to?” Alex asked.
“Don’t do this to yourself,” Warren answered.
The blinding, sharp pain in Alex’s head was replaced by his rage. He wrenched Warren’s collar in his fist and gritted his teeth. “Which farm camp?”
“I don’t know specifically which one, but they headed toward Topeka.”
Chapter 2
The smell of the musty carpet of the Topeka, Kansas city hall was overwhelming. The A/C vents had leaked all summer, and they couldn’t get the parts to fix them. It wasn’t classified as a priority item in the budget, which was already strapped.
It was here in this small town hall where the founding members of the Soil Coalition gathered to discuss the pressing matters involving the nation and its citizens. The location was chosen as headquarters as a publicity stunt. They wanted the initiative to be in the heart of the country, just as it would be embedded in the hearts of its people.
The council went round and round, and Gordon Reath sat hunched in his seat at the center of the table. He twirled the gavel used to start and end their weekly meetings between his fingers. He was one of the only youthful faces in the group. His jet-black hair stood out among the tufts of white and grey, but unlike the citizens of the communities they represented, there was no lack of round cheeks and overindulgent waistlines. As each councilman spoke, Gordon imagined going down the row, gavel in hand, smacking the heads of each member and sending them back into their holes, like a game of whack-a-mole.
Jared Farnes cleared his throat. “Are we boring you, Mr. Reath?”
The gavel twirled out of Gordon’s hands and thudded against the desk. His head tilted to the side, as his neck seemed to have given up on supporting it. Gordon exuded the morality of a playboy and the patience of a two-year-old.
“We talk about the same problems every week, Mr. Farnes. I doubt this session will offer any new insights.”
Jared Farnes was a rigid piece of steel, and it wasn’t just in his posture. His
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