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Base Camp


Sage


The rising sun slowly peeked through the window and hit Sage right in the face waking her up instantly from her dream. She stretched slightly and rolled out of bed, shuffling to her closet, which wasn't that big, she reminded herself to tell Katrina to go on another clothes run for everyone. She threw on a plain blue shirt, jeans, and some beat up sneakers, putting her hair in a loose, high ponytail. She walked out of her small shabby cabin, wrapping her arms around herself as the morning chill was still in the air. She looked around and noticed a couple of kids were also up walking around, some tending to the gardens while others simply talked. She smiled softly as she stared at the kids, everyone at camp ranged anywhere from 7 to 17, and they had all become her family. She was thankful that her and a couple other run aways had successfully created a Utopia for the children, which happened to be an empty campground with many empty cabins, allowing them to live in peace instead of being tainted by the government. At the shout of her name she turned to the edge of the clearing near the woods, it was Katrina, a 15 year old Blue that was in charge of the perimeter patrols. She smiled at Sage and stuck out a thumbs up before returning back into the woods. Good, we've been clear for, what? Four weeks now... She thought to herself before heading to their own 'Mess Hall'.

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Theo

Theo was already awake and roaming the edge of the camp like he always did in the morning. He had found himself his own private trail, and it became a ritual to him to walk every morning. Some how it is the only, normal thing in his life, and it often reminded him of his parents, which always brought back painful memories that made him want to, more than anything to just run back home, but he knew that would never be an option again. He'd never see his family again, his dog, his friends, heck even his History teacher Mr. Swanson. He sighed and his mind slightly started to drift as he walked, his mother had always taken him on walks around the neighborhood in the morning together, and now, it's just him. As the thoughts of his mother drifted away, the ones of his current situation started to drift in. He was surprised how long it took for the United States to go to hell in a handbag, suggesting that throwing children into concentration camps was the first option on their list.... Great, nice to know the country I sang to every morning at school, now wants my head on a spike He let out a small chuckle, while kicking a small rock out of the path.