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"Somehow, I don't think his definition of 'volunteer' matches ours." I said to Marc-Andre.

He nodded silently.

"NO! You can't!" Mary-Kate yelled as she held me tightly.

What could we do? On one hand, I was very angry at whoever had attacked us and I wanted to hurt them back very badly. But, on the other hand, I would have to leave Mary-Kate and Ashley, perhaps forever. I looked over to Marc-Andre again for answer tot he many questions I had myself in my head. He looked back with the same ones.

"Can we think about it before joining?" I finally asked.

"Sure" the guy replied. "This bus will take you to a small town a couple of states inland. And you can join up there. That way you can help your friends find a place to live and everything" He said gesturing to the twins.
I noticed Mary-Kate look rather offended. I knew what she wanted to say 'We can take care of ourselves just fine! Don't need a bunch of guys helping'

I smiled always the feminist. Thankfully she left the remark unspoken.


We all got on the bus where we saw a few other survivors that were picked up along the way. I joined Brett in a seat and Marc-Andre and Ashley sat in the one ahead of us. Brett seemed distant in thought as he looked out the window.

I put my head on his shoulder and he put his arm around me. He looked at me and kissed my forehead, as he did once in a while.

"Are you ok?" I asked him, a little concerned.

"Yeah." He said softly and went back to staring out the window.

"Are you going to join the army and go fight?" I said.


The look in her eyes pleaded me not to leave, but I knew it was only a matter of time before the United States would start drafting people.

"I don't know." I answered no louder than before.

I don't think she wanted to know any more. She just sat there with me, gently rocking as the caravan of buses traveled on the lonely highway.


Brett and Mary-Kate had been talking quietly in the seat behind us. I've always wondered what's up with those two. Are they just friends or more? I turned and focused my attention on Marc-Andre. I just sat there and watched him. Knowing it would eventually drive him crazy. And he'd...

"What?!" do that.

"Are you gonna join?" I asked seriously.

Best friends always know what the others thinking. And right now I was really scared.

He looked back at Brett in the seat behind us. Brett looked up at him and just nodded with a serious expression on his face, something that would rarely be seen before the attacks. Brett simply nodded to Marc-Andre and went back to staring out the window.


With Brett's nod, I knew what we had, and were going to do. I looked at Ashley, she looked like she already knew what I was going to say. I felt like I should say it anyways.

"Yes, Brett and I are both joining up as soon as we get you and Mary-Kate settled somewhere." I said.

Ashley looked at the seat in front of us and cried silent tears. I felt bad for causing her to cry, but there was no way around it.
Chapter 5

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