Free The Orphans (Book 5): Civil War by Mike Evans Page A

tell them. God knows that no one has forgotten what has happened to them and who they have lost. However, tearing old wounds open does nothing for us. If you think you need to get something off your chest then be my guest, but I wouldn’t ask the others. You aren’t going to get responses you want. If you do want to hear about the gore then I think you are going to get an earful that your mind might not forget anytime soon.”
    Bella was nodding slowly. “So, don’t ask, don’t tell, and keep busy, got it. I don’t have a horror story. I left my dad when we had to split up. We never got along all that great anyway and coming here when the opportunity came up was all that I needed to make up my mind. He never would have fit in here. He is a rebel, and always in trouble. You guys would have, or sorry we would have kicked him out eventually.”
    As they made it as far away from the camp as possible a noise was rattling the fence up ahead. Patrick ran up to check it out but by the time he got there, he saw nothing.
     

Chapter 5
     
    The Others 2 months prior
     
    Aslin and Clary walked towards the supply house. Clary said, “This is the last time that I’m dealing with these dumbasses. If they can’t figure out how things go then that’s it.”
    Aslin shook his head no. “We’ve given the ultimatums and told them how things are here. If they aren't smart enough to figure it out, then they’re gone. Their stupidity and recklessness is going to get them, or one of us, hurt. They steal and they lie, and when you put those things together it leaves us unsafe. Now we see what they’re doing and if they’re stashing more shit then they’re gone. We can’t go back on what we said or we lose all respect and authority.”
    Clary held up his hands in defeat, he understood but even as bad as the two were he still felt guilty about the idea of sticking them on the outside of the gates. Clary swung the door open and saw one man standing at the bottom of a shelf and the other was up on top of the rack pushing bullets, guns, and MRE’s into a dead space. Clary turned on the light, already with a pistol in his hand. He said, “Nice to see you, Joe, Doug. You boys don’t seem to learn things the hard way, do ya?”
    They both shook their heads no. Joe spoke first, “Hey, this shit isn’t yours alright? You aren’t the owners of it either.”
    Clary said, “Doug, you get down off that shelf before you break your neck.”
    Aslin said, “Yeah, god forbid he makes our job easy.”
    “What the hell does that mean?” Joe yelled.
    Clary walked in gripping him by the back of the neck and pushing him out of the storage room. Doug tried to squeeze past Aslin but he gripped onto the back of his shirt pulling him back and then slamming him face first into the wall. Aslin said, “Oh my, I’m sorry about that, Doug. That didn’t hurt too badly did it, son?”
    Doug wiped at a warm drip of blood making its way down his forehead and down to his nose. He said, “You guys are going to have people stand up to you eventually, do you know that?”
    Aslin gripped him tighter and whispered, “We haven’t ever had a problem until the two of you came in with the last few groups. You two are too damn stupid to function. Guys like you make me wonder if we should keep looking for survivors. The more people that come here the more I think that we are inviting the stupid to live with us. You see everyone we have on this base has a reason to be here, they’ve lost someone, they’ve been hurt in some way, and the two of you just seem like you were out driving around living place to place and not trying to make a go of it.”
    “I didn’t know there were rules to trying to survive this. Last time that I checked, they didn’t have no police, or army. Hell they ain’t got no government no more either. You tell me why this is so bad, what I’m doing. We need guns, and we need food. If we decided to leave, we’re going to need to have some