Detention Center

Time 1430 Hours

Another day in Detention Center 374 Charlie. Children are just about to end their school day, parents and other adults ending their shift of the day. All adults work in the factory making weapons, bullets, artillery for the war. There are three eight hour shifts so that the factory is always running, most parents are given the first shift so that they can get their children after school.

The Gaurds standby, with a still and cold expression. They have grown ruthless over the years, and many parents are paranoid of their children being mistreated for misbehaving. The walls are cold and concrete, plain. Everything is plain. The people wear government issued clothes, everything is gray. Although women are given the choice of a T shirt and pants, they are encouraged to wear the standard A-line dress.

At this time the recreational center is open, there is a cafeteria, a few stores that seem like a bad tourist attraction, even courts for a variety of sports. The facility has "all humanity needs", no reason to go back above ground.

No one knows for sure how to get above ground, it is assumed they are roughly fifty yards at least in the ground. There is a exit soldiers take when they leave, but it is only opened by a clearance card and a retinal scan. The C wing of the facility is where all those in guarded solitary confinement are kept, and these are the cells that resemble a prison.

The A wing and B wing consists of "apartments" with 2-3 bedrooms. Strangely all large families seemed to have eventually strung down to a few, people going missing above ground or never to return from Behavior modification therapy. These apartments are allowed to be decorated within, but with limited resources it is difficult to do so. A voice over an intercom speaks every so often, giving the time and possible any information the public may need to know - or if someone the administrators were looking for.

There is a loose schedule for everyone to follow, to maintain the allusion that everything is normal they have allowed some leniency among those in A or B restriction. Those on B restriction are to be accompanied by a guard at all times while they get acclimated back into society to prevent any talk that might stir trouble in the bunkers.

The 2:30 whistle is blown, a calm female voice speaks over the intercom.

"The hour is 1430 hours, parents please report to the E wing to collect your minors. Reminder that tonight in the auditorium we will be having a seminar to refresh your minds of accepted behavior and encouraged activities. Keep your chin up and have an effective day."

"Keep your chin up and have an effective day." Andie said in a mocking tone to the girl next to her. The guard just a few feet behind them gave Andie a warning glance, as if to tell her to cut back on the smart ass remarks. It's not like she thought about them before she would say it, the running commentary was uncontrollable, it just would come out like word vomit. The ankle bracelet she wore supposedly was a precaution, she wouldn't be electrocuted unless the situation positively came down to it. But Andrea had a feeling she would push them to push that button.

Luci's expression of amusement made a grin tug at the corner of Andrea's lips. The stares of the civilians were burning with questions, hell so was Andrea!

Like why did they let her and Luci live?

Shouldn't she have been tortured mercilessly like Jude or Karen had been in one of those death factories? She supposed that would all come in due time, Karen had been gone for two years when the rebels found her. She didn't talk much anymore, just sort of sat around. Once the woman was a blazing warrior, now she barely had the spirit to burp babies and kiss booboos. Crippled, that's what they were now. Atleast that's what Andrea's father had told her. The NWO had crippled her mind and then tried to force the details out her. There was no telling what they had done to her.

Just like there was no telling what they planned to do to Luci and Andrea. For now she had to play the game. So Andrea ate the food she had waited in line for twenty minutes to get, looking down with dissatisfaction.

Although in Utopia they didn't have much, when the women cooked they used herbs and spices to flavor the food. The mushy consistency and bland taste reminded Andrea of the time she volunteered at a nursing home with her mother. Anaiz had said the food was soft so that the elderly could chew it easier. After forcing down a few bites, Andrea pushed away her tray. "I'm not eating this shit." She announced.

Frowning, her guard stepped up so that he was on the other side of her, pushing back her tray. "We do not let food go to waste, you will eat what you have served yourself."

Sneering, Andie laughed, pushing the tray back again. "Look, baabaa white sheep, I don't know what to tell you. This isn't food, this is shit...I'm not eating it." As if to further push her point, Andrea folded her arms across her chest, glaring to the guard. She could feel the curiosity of those around her, watching her and the guard. They probably didn't see much defiance around these parts. Luci had tensed beside her, and although Andie knew she was probably pushing her luck she stood to her full height, using her hands as support as she leaned across the table to look the guard straight in the eye.

They were both silent for a moment, a stare off taking place. As if money were on the winner, people began to gawk at the two. Sensing that he was losing the power of the group, the guard attempted to force Andrea to sit, one of his hands pushing her down by her shoulder. Maneuvering from his hold, Andrea spun so that he would fall forward and face plant into the lap of Luci, causing laughter to echo through the room.

While she had the attention of the room, Andrea hopped onto the table, kicking her tray of bland food to the ground. "Food fight!" She shouted uncharacteristically.

As if the room was already prepared, immediately food began to fling across the room. The tension that was worn in every expression lessened, carefree smiles visible as one was hit with tuna salad or chicken fried steak drowned in gravy. It was total chaos, and Andrea had spurred it. Kicking the guard back so that he would land on his behind, Andrea grabbed Luci's hand and pulled her onto the table. "I will work to enlighten the ignorant." She cited from The People's creed.

Luci would know what it meant, so in admist the chaos Andrea took off, her guard scrambling to his feet. Her small stature made it easy for her to disappear into the crowd. She began shaking people, forcing them to look her in the eye as she repeated the phrase, "You're living a lie, they want you to be ignorant, fight!"

And although some people seemed curious for more, for the most part all Andrea got were blank or confused expressions. But she didn't stop, she just kept running and trying to spread the word. A voice telling them to calm down spoke over the intercom, but everyone was having to much fun to want to stop. 'I did this.' she thought victoriously.

Acacia stayed close in step with two oversized brutes in chalky, cheap attire. Her best guess was that the warden was trying to pass them off as medical staff for whatever reason. It was a sad attempt that came to naught. Inwardly she shrugged and looked down at her feet which were adequately matched to the guard's wear. Substandard, thin white shoes stood out in the darkness. She had forgotten to breathe the entire length of the passageway, one hand anxiously tugging at some honey-colored hair as she bustled along and nearly tripped over her own toes.

Down the darkest halls they wheeled the helpless souls, strapped to gurneys and screaming in agony. Some of them Acacia knew she'd never see again. She'd never have the maternal benevolent pleasure of lulling them to sleep in Latin American Spanish again, not once in her future would she see their sparkling eyes reignited with hope as she fathomed a baroque plan to keep them from going beneath the knife of the institution's corrupt general practitioner. Considerably, for those crying out helplessly, all hope was lost.

Dull incandescent bulbs lined the walls, encased by recycled bell jars and strung with loose twine. Though there were more luxurious quarters in the guild, they were certainly not reserved for internees. The insipid lights faintly glowed upon Acacia's fawn skin as she kept up alongside the hastily rolling gurneys, ordered to be on standby until at least some anesthetic was administered. With concern scrawled all about her face, she peered down at the restrained young man on the operative surface just short of entering the double doors that led to the lab. His icy gray eyes shot a glare up at her, his jaw toughened as he gritted his teeth. Beside him, a young girl whimpered quietly and crammed her eyes shut as she brought a bar-code tattooed wrist to her face.

"You. Promised."

Thankfully, his words were so considered nugatory to the guards that they paid no mind as they halted to enter the security code and mumble amongst themselves. Acacia searched the length of the halls behind them for an answer, unable to offer anything worthy. Her plan had foundered. Glenn was thought to have had more time in her infirmary and, if he had - just those two days! Two days! If only she had those two days, she could have avoided all of this. She shouldn't have promised anything, not in a world where nothing was certain. A pathetic whisper smoked from her lips like discarded, bitter tobacco, "I'm sorry."

Her pale green eyes lowered as a familiar buzzer sounded just inches to the right of her and the doors gave way. Glenn writhed beneath the belts that held him to the mobile table, his muscles fidgeting as they began to push him towards the lab.

"You're not sorry! You're a hungry fucking dog, that's all you are! Don't forget that the only thing keeping you alive is your body, you cheap piece of garbage! This little girl is going to die because of you! Fucking liar!"

Blood spattered her lab coat as he managed to turn his head to spit in her direction, his battered lips dribbling vital fluid from the punches he'd received in his reluctance to being tied down just moments earlier. Some crimson streaked her face, slowly coming to drip from the peak of her narrow nose. In spite of this happening to her many times before, she gaped as he disappeared through the mouth of the detention center's remedial sector along with the petite, crying redheaded child. All sound evaporated, eaten by the stagnant air as the doors shut and locked again. Acacia hung her head, turning on her heel to walk slowly down the shadowy atrium and back to her infirmary.

"Mrs. Perch how many times do I have to have you in my office. Summer for the most part is a well behaved child but these things she paints. Where does she get such, backwards ideas?"

The School Administrator set down three pictures in front of Mera. All she could do was gently bite down on her lip. Glancing over at her little girl who was staring down at her feet with a sad look on her face. In a different time and place Mera knew that this type of meeting would never be happening with the school. Summer would be thought of as a creative child and encouraged by her teachers and peers to make the beautiful pieces of artwork she does. Not shunned and scolded for being imaginative and causing problems in the society they lived in.

"Administrator Connors honestly it's very hard for me to believe that my daughter is causing so much of disturbance in the class that it requires you to bring me into your office again. I know she has some learning disabilities, but she's a well behaved child."

"That is another problem with Summer as well, it is hard for her to keep up with the other children if her writing skills do not improve we might have to hold her back. I'm sure if you would agree to the Acclimation Training Program these sorts of learning problems will no longer be a problem."

Mera knew what that meant, Summer would be put on a regiment of medication and drugged into submission like so many of her peers. She didn't want the beauty of her daughter to be stifled by medication and brainwashing. Summer was unique and as far as Mera could tell that was the only problem with Summer in the leaderships eyes.

"No that's quite alright Administrator I'm working with Summer at home with her writing and she has improved has she not?"

The man with the thick black horn rimmed glasses didn't look amused with that statement, and proceeded to to tap his fingers on the desk in front of him. Mera knew he wasn't happy with this he wanted all of the children in his school to be just as they should, meek, submissive and conservative. Summer looked up at her mother with a pleading look in her eyes that said she didn't want to be like the other children. And Mera nodded acknowledging that she knew this fact and tried to smile at her reassuringly to let her know she would do her best to prevent it.

Administrator Connors let out a frustrated sigh, "You are correct she has shown improvement over the past few weeks, but if in the next six weeks Summer has not improved enough I'm going to have to take things to Dr. Hendrix. And I will have him seriously consider prescribing Acclimation Training for Summer."

Mera swallowed hard at the sound of Dr. Hendrix's name he was well known for his experimental drugs and "therapies".

"Thank you Administrator Connors may we please be excused I know it's coming onto our turn to go to the cafeteria and I know that Summer is probably just as hungry as I am." she said with an uneasy smile.

The administrator stood up and ushered her and Summer out the door. Summer looked up at her mom and smiled then reached out and squeezed her mother's hand.

"Thank you Mommy, I don't want to see the doctor. But...."

Mera watched as tears formed in her daughters eyes she knelt down in front of her then took her in her arms embracing her tightly.

"Don't you worry Bunny I would never let that doctor anywhere near you."

Mera wouldn't allow it they would have to go through her first before she would let the do anything to her little girl. They continued on through the corridors, of the bunker till they were just about to reach the hallway that led to the cafeteria. But there was such am uproar coming the cafeteria, Mera could hear the intercom telling everyone to calm down.

"Mommy. whats going on in there?" Summer looked at her mother puzzled.

Mera looked down at her daughter just as puzzled, "I don't know Bunny."

Luci moved her hair out of her face as Andie and her were led to a table where they were suppose to sit and eat the food they were given. Shes been here for about nine weeks, after the first week Luci only took a small spoonful of the mush, because of this she has lostmore weight then needed. Looking over to Andie she was glad she was no longer alone but she wished it wasn't Andie that got caught. There was always a guard following her, looking behind her slightly she could feel the mans eyes on her, she hated that.

As Andie spoke she let out a small chuckle, shaking her head slightly. The three weeks before Andie got caught were hard, she was taken into questioning once or twice a day but Luci heald strong, she did not say a word, even when they tortured her. They knew who she was, they knew she was close with the Hanovers, they bombarded her with questions about the People. They even talked about how they killed her parents but Luci just remained silent.

Everyone that knew Luci knew that she wasn't much of a talker, it wasn't just because she was shy, she just someone that was more of a nonverbal speaker then a verbal one. That day when she saw Andie she was relieved but shocked at the same time, never did she think that Andie would be caught but life is just full of suprises.

"I'm not eating this shit." Andie's brought her out of her head, she looked down at her tray, her food was not touched. She looked over to Andie "I told you not to get so much" she said in a whispered soft tone. Since Andie got here she spoke to her, it was the same in Utopia excpet there were more people there she was willing to speak to. Humored by Andie's actions she watched the girl and the guard have a staring contest, her own guard taking a few steps towards her as if he was telling her not to engage but Luci didn't like to listen to people she didn't know.

Just as she was going to stand up Andie's guard fell face first into her lap, a small laugh escaped her lips as she just looked at the guard. Watching Andie start a food fight in the cafeteria of the detention center was quite funny, she knew rhe other people would probably think Andie was crazy because they for certain didn't have this sort of excitement here. Andie then proceeded to kick the guard off her lap and pull her up on the table, she watched as everyone in the room seemed to be having fun for once.

"I will work to enlighten the ignorant." That was all Luci needed to here, she looked back at her own guard, giving him a smirk before she jumped down off the table and started going around to the others. "This is all lies, what they are telling you all is a lie. You can be free" she said to the many people around her as she rushed through the crowd trying to stay away from the guard who was trying to catch her. She just hoped they wouldn't decide to electrocute her by the leg band that was locked around her ankle.

Most of the faces she saw were blank, she knew most were probably heavy medicated. She felt bad for these people, if only they would be able to go to Utopia. There was so much more freedom there. Her guard was catching up to her, looking around she tried to see where Andie was but the cafeteria was chaotic. She could hear someone over the intercom telling everyone to calm down but she had a feeling that was no going to work.

She made it to the doors and opened one, looking out to the hallway she saw a women with a young girl "its all a lie! everything here is a lie. You need to learn the truth.." she was yelling to them but strong arms encaptured her, a hand over her mouth as her eyes looked towards the child and the women. She struggled against her guard, even bit his hand but it didn't seem to do much. She was not very good at the hand to hand fighting, even with the training shes been through it was always one of her weaker points.

The guard had to move his hand from her mouth so he could get a better hold on the struggling girl, thats when Luci started to yell for Andie and also started to yell to the others about being free, that this was all just a lie.

Some announcement rung out over the intercom speakers that loosely clung to the same twine the bell jar lights were endowed with. Having been scurrying in her own silence so privately, Acacia was scared half to death when she heard the voice shredding the quietude of the infinite underground vestibules. Compulsive fear was a mannerism she picked up a long time ago, along with the impulse to flatten herself against the nearest surface and hope she'd blend in when she witnessed something that startled her.

After the broadcasting ceased, followed by an ear-piercing beep, Acacia peeled her body away from the chalky gray wall. Mire from the partition veneered the backside of her lab coat, what remained white of it painting the resemblance of a skull to anyone who would pay close enough attention.

Ironic.

Defeatedly upon reaching her small dispensary, she pressed the door with a single hand. Its hinges oozed oil and uttered a creak, a sound she welcome under most circumstances. But as it were, without Glenn and Daisy, the empty beds that lined the walls were by no means heartening. Of course there did remain one, semi-conscious child, still bedbound from the injuries sustained and morphine administered. Inherently she went to his side, crouching by the low cot and pressing her cold, narrow digits to his sweltering forehead. Concern etched into her brow as she arranged his sweat-matted chestnut hair away from his eyes. His chest rose and fell peaceably. Glancing towards the IV bag, she softly placed her hand under it and examined how much was in the plastic valise.

"Where did you go?" He breathed, barely audible to Acacia but alarming her all the same.
"I just went to the caf - hey, are you hungry?" She forced a reassuring smile.
"Not really, I ahhhh," he hissed as he rolled onto his side to face her.
"Easy, your ribs are still bruised and we just clotted that bleeding in your intestines."
"We? You're the only one who helped me."
"I had a lot of help. Not everyone here is so bad, Slade." Acacia tugged the blankets up over his chest.
"Yeah, not so bad. Beat me up and had the courtesy to take me to the nurse."

This emitted a quiet chuckle from Acacia who rose to her feet and unsnapped a few buttons down the front of her coat, underneath of which was a plain, almost outdated nurse's uniform. As she turned her back to him, she sighed a little bit.

"Acacia…?"
"Yeah?"
"If you just went to the caf to get some lunch, why is there blood on your face?"

Mera stood there in shock as two woman burst out of the cafeteria doors screaming something about everything was a lie and that we were all brainwashed. Mera didn't consider herself brainwashed, she just considered herself cautious. There must have been a food fight going on in the cafeteria cause food spattered on the adjacent wall from the door. Summer nearly clambered up Mera's arm to be held and buried her face into her mother's shoulder. As much as Mera agreed with these two "protesters" this was not going to end well for either one of the young women.

The two guards came out and easily subdued one of the women, a girl with hair so light it almost looked white to Mera. Then the darker haired girl that was yelling the loudest, the one that reminded Mera of her Summer. The other guard got a good grapple onto her but the dark haired girl managed a good head butt to the mans nose, the crack resounded through the hallway. Mera was sure she had broken the guards nose.

"Ah! You little fucking cunt."

The guard backed away cradling his nose in his hand as it quickly filled with blood, as amusing and somewhat satisfying as it was for Mera to see the girl get back at her capture she knew this was not going to bode well for the dark haired young woman. The guard reached for the remote on his wrist and the girl immediately started to convulse and became a lump on the floor.

Summer's head rose slightly but when she saw the dark haired girl go down her face immediately went back to its spot on her mother's shoulder.

"Mommy why, are they doing that?" she whispered.

Mera shook her head and tried to comfort her daughter running her fingers through her little girls long dark hair.

"I don't know baby, they must have made a wrong choice. And now they're being punished for it." Mera didn't know what other terms to put it into so Summer would understand it better.

"Got her...I think it's time she pay a visit to the infirmary." said the guard still holding his nose.

"Did they really do something that bad Mommy?" Summer's head popped up and looked her mother in the eyes.

Mera was at a loss for words, Summer was correct there wasn't anything in this world that warranted the treatment the women was receiving.

"Hey Lady! You need to get yourself out of here. It's none of your damn business whats going on here" said the guard that wasn't suffering from a massive nose bleed.

Summer looked at the guards and before Mera had a chance to clamp her hand over Summer's mouth the little girl spouted off.

"You two are big meanies!" Summer crossed her arms across her chest.

The guard growled at Summer's comment, "Hey you need to teach your brat some respect or she's gonna end up like these two!"

Mera's face went white and she sat Summer down putting herself between the guards and her daughter.

"I'm so sorry she's just hungry is all" she took Summer by the hand and went around the corner with her heading to their quarters.

"But Mommy we didn't get to eat dinner?" Summer murmured as she was almost dragged along by her mother.

Mera stopped as soon as she knew they were far enough from the scene, she knelled down so she was at eye level with her daughter.

"I know you're hungry sweetie but we cant go to the cafeteria today. I promise you can have some snacks at home when we get there. How about that?" Mera said with a smile.

She didn't want to reprimand Summer for what she said to the guards even though she was a little girl she was right. The force the guards used on those women was wrong and she would never punish her daughter for being right. Even at a young age Summer could tell that where they lived wasn't exactly fair.

Summer nodded with a slight smile, the snacks that her mother had hid in their quarters was allot tastier than anything that they would get in the cafeteria. Mera smiled back hugged Summer, then stood and took her hand again.

"Lets go home sweetie and try to forget all about this okay Bunny?".

Summer gave a worried look at her mother "But what about those ladies Mommy? she asked genuinely worried for the women's well being.

Mera looked down at Summer she knew that this was something little girl would not forget so easily. "I tell you what later I'll try to figure out whether the women are okay or not". Mera figured she might take a trip down to the infirmary later to do a little snooping to find out what happened.

Summer gave a big smile that showed she was satisfied with her mother's decision, and so they went along back to their home.

Most people feigned ignorance as they watched the dynamic girl be shocked into a drooling dummy. The gaurds dared the civilians to stare - holding their batons with a penetrating stare. Parents shielded their children, few seemed horrified. The voice over the intercom directed all civilians to return to their residence, and both girls were carted off with no one to run to their defense.

The Warden sits behind his desk, furrowing his brow. These girls could be trouble. Indeed he had orders to begin torture methods to Luci prematurely because she was assumed as weak willed, but Andrea hadn't been exposed to any of it yet. She was much too central to the resistance to risk losing and much to feisty to submit without medicinal assistance. The outburst of the girls had been just in time for the seminar that was meant to refresh the civilians on accepted behaviors. That would have to be postponed until morning, too many people might be having second thoughts already. He was to tread lightly.

But the girls would learn to behave, and because of that they would be sent to Dr. Levits. He had no choice, and frankly he wasn't sure how many more gaurds would be willing to shadow the fiery Andrea Hanover and her rambuxious companion. So the Warden reminded his secretary to call Rachel to include the incident in the cafeteria today in the seminar tomorrow, and brushed off the guilt like dust off his shoulder.



Her muscles gradually regained strength, but Andie remained limp in the mans arms. There was something in the way he held her that made her believe just maybe he cared. Sure, she was fooling herself, but Andie was scared and really all she wanted right now was her daddy to come to the rescue. This hell hole would be the death of her. Turning to face the mans chest, Andie hid her face the whole walk to the infirmary. Although Luci hadn't been able to tell Andie about everything that had happened so far, Andie could tell torture had been involved.

But it was late, and instead of binding up the girls in bed restraints, they were handcuffed to the gurneys that served as their beds. Andie couldn't even bring it within herself to fight. The gaurds assured them someone would be checking in, and already Andie could feel herself drift into sleep. Through the sleep haze, she thought she heard Luci ask if she was okay.

It was a vague question, but Andie sleepily slurred, "Yea, juss wornn ou...." Her sentence trailed off before she could finish the word, barely able to gather the strength to speak. She closed her eyes, her words faltering past her chapped lips. They had made her submit, and that had been the worst thing a Hanover could experience. With all the might she could muster, Andie rotated to face away from Luci with shame and hoped to sleep the pain away.

It wasn't until the next day when the florescent lights cut on that Andie had realized she had even slept. The restless slumber had left her still tiresome. Andie kept her eyes closed and hoped not to be stirred, but a voice over the intercom gave her a clue as to what was about to happen.

"The time is 0700 hours, all civilians within the A-B wing report to auditorium for seminar on behaviors allowed and those that are disallowed. There will be a demonstration of said consequences for such disallowed behavior. Seminar will begin at 0800 hours, and remember to keep your chin up and have an effective day!"

A menacing chuckle of what Andie was sure was the guard who's nose she had broken made a shiver run down her spine. But she remained where she was, huddled in the bed facing the far wall.

Most people feigned ignorance as they watched the dynamic girl be shocked into a drooling dummy. The gaurds dared the civilians to stare - holding their batons with a penetrating stare. Parents shielded their children, few seemed horrified. The voice over the intercom directed all civilians to return to their residence, and both girls were carted off with no one to run to their defense.

The Warden sits behind his desk, furrowing his brow. These girls could be trouble. Indeed he had orders to begin torture methods to Luci prematurely because she was assumed as weak willed, but Andrea hadn't been exposed to any of it yet. She was much too central to the resistance to risk losing and much to feisty to submit without medicinal assistance. The outburst of the girls had been just in time for the seminar that was meant to refresh the civilians on accepted behaviors. That would have to be postponed until morning, too many people might be having second thoughts already. He was to tread lightly.

But the girls would learn to behave, and because of that they would be sent to Dr. Levits. He had no choice, and frankly he wasn't sure how many more gaurds would be willing to shadow the fiery Andrea Hanover and her rambuxious companion. So the Warden reminded his secretary to call Rachel to include the incident in the cafeteria today in the seminar tomorrow, and brushed off the guilt like dust off his shoulder.



Her muscles gradually regained strength, but Andie remained limp in the mans arms. There was something in the way he held her that made her believe just maybe he cared. Sure, she was fooling herself, but Andie was scared and really all she wanted right now was her daddy to come to the rescue. This hell hole would be the death of her. Turning to face the mans chest, Andie hid her face the whole walk to the infirmary. Although Luci hadn't been able to tell Andie about everything that had happened so far, Andie could tell torture had been involved.

But it was late, and instead of binding up the girls in bed restraints, they were handcuffed to the gurneys that served as their beds. Andie couldn't even bring it within herself to fight. The gaurds assured them someone would be checking in, and already Andie could feel herself drift into sleep. Through the sleep haze, she thought she heard Luci ask if she was okay.

It was a vague question, but Andie sleepily slurred, "Yea, juss wornn ou...." Her sentence trailed off before she could finish the word, barely able to gather the strength to speak. She closed her eyes, her words faltering past her chapped lips. They had made her submit, and that had been the worst thing a Hanover could experience. With all the might she could muster, Andie rotated to face away from Luci with shame and hoped to sleep the pain away.

It wasn't until the next day when the florescent lights cut on that Andie had realized she had even slept. The restless slumber had left her still tiresome. Andie kept her eyes closed and hoped not to be stirred, but a voice over the intercom gave her a clue as to what was about to happen.

"The time is 0700 hours, all civilians within the A-B wing report to auditorium for seminar on behaviors allowed and those that are disallowed. There will be a demonstration of said consequences for such disallowed behavior. Seminar will begin at 0800 hours, and remember to keep your chin up and have an effective day!"

A menacing chuckle of what Andie was sure was the guard who's nose she had broken made a shiver run down her spine. But she remained where she was, huddled in the bed facing the far wall.