Stepping forward, Miykael finally spoke up. "We don't want to go to the fort. Everyone who made it out of that damn blockade fiasco is heading there. It only takes one person being ignorant to how this plague works, one person thinking they can fight their fever, and that entire population will be compromised. if we're gonna stay in a group like this, we've got to find a middle ground until we can build something permanent. Not too many, not too few. Safety in numbers, Danger in communicability. We should find something big and easily closed off. Something the few of us can defend and easily take to the rooftops to find food and other supplies. What's more, we don't know what kind of system those soldiers are gonna be using. If food starts to become a commodity, can we trust the strong, organized group with guns to protect and serve like they should? Or will they do what they feel they need to in order to survive? No. We have to trust eachother. And we definitely cant trust any sort of militant group. What's more, we shouldn't deliberate too long. As people realize they are trapped in this city there will be more and more looting. We need to hit the major targets first. The best places would be organized or institutionalized facilities since they would have supplies for living and caring for people who cant leave. thats us now. We've got to take over something like that. And we have to do it fast." Taking a few steps back, Miykael excused himself from the conversation.
Instead he turned to the children... He loved kids, and now they were more precious than ever... He used to be a live in nanny for a little five year old girl with autism when times were tough and he needed money... It taught him exactly how much he wanted kids of his own... and the possibility seemed empty now... first he was very particular about the women he dated... he was demisexual, and they didnt hold the same physical attractiveness to him as they did to other men. he had to know the person, and actually feel love for them to have any kind of sexual encounter... So it wasnt like he could just strike up a happy relationship with someone... it took time... and the right kind of person... whats more, even if he found someone he felt he could have a child with, what were the chances he could bear to bring one into this world... He didn't want a child of his to do what he had done in the past week... he didnt want to have done them... but he did... and he had to live with that... and the unfortunate truth that to survive... he may have to do worse things...
Maybe he could play with the children and forget the sadness all around... maybe their innocence could bring him back a little bit...
He just hoped they wouldn't be scared of him! Who knows how he looked right now!
"Hello you two! What are your names?"
