Again

I've heard it's happening again. Again. I heard they escaped, or got let out, whatever it is, I don't care. Just one question is going through my mind ...

How will we survive this again?

Last time we went to Deadwood Forest but its gone now. It's a wasteland now, nothing but a dry, flat surface for miles. Making us nothing but targets. They done that on purpose, so the weak can die and the strong can prosper. Well, the rich can anyway. If you're rich then you pay to be in "the tower". Strong Tower. Marcus Strong had the brilliant idea. Pay to survive and live your lives like not a thing is happening on the outside. Like people aren't dying. Like the dead aren't walking around feeding on us. Because they are. And everyone in that tower, who eat normally and sleep and drink and do everything the same, are oblivious to the fact that there's something happening that we might not be able to control for a second time. And my new family are hungry, starving, and there's little kids that need food but they don't care.

Get caught stealing food and the penalty is death. That's why I don't get caught. And why I know the drivers. Why they "accidentally" drop something out of their vans for us. Because they know about the starving kids and how the adults never eat because we feed them first. We get the scraps. If there is any.

"I'm sorry, Rod. They've started to catch on about the food. Marcus is smart with these things" That was the last time we got food. Two days ago.

"We've got to go in, Ger" I half growled. I was hungry. The kids were hungry, crying too, and we'd just lost one of our own.
"No way, Rod" He replied, tears still in his eyes. None of us liked losing one. Especially when we could've helped it.
I put my hand on his shoulder and looked into his bright blue eyes. "We need this, Ger. I'll take only the best."
I knew he was fighting with the thought. After all, who wants their daughter to go out and face death? He wasn't my dad but he treated me like one. Verbally adopted me, he did.
"No, Rod" He shook his head vigorously.
"My best men, Ger. You know I can do this. I'll be in and out with enough food for all of us."
He was still fighting with the idea when his stomach growled. He smiled slightly then silenced it, seemingly giving up on the argument. He held his hands up in surrender then sighed. "Fine but straight there and back"
"Thank you" I smiled, kissed him on his stubbly chin because I couldn't reach his cheek, then ran.

First, I had to round up my team.