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This Means War

"Yeah, you're right about that." I nodded in agreement. We'll probably get them by tomorrow." I slid my boots off and crossed my legs on the bed. I looked around to see the last of the beds were full and so was our cabin. I hoped we weren't here long. This place was so uncomfortable. They didn't even have enough food to feed us all. But we were safe so that was the most important thing about being here.

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"It sure isn't." I frowned. "I wish we could've gotten our belongings before we left. I had an extra blanket, clothes, snacks, and letters from my parents." I grabbed the pillow from behind me and tried to fluff it up. It wasn't very effective. "Do you think they might give us another blanket or something to bundle up with?" I asked, turning to look at Sam.

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"Yeah, I think so." I gave him an unsure look. "No one is ordering us to a bed so we're on our own with picking one." I began to walk towards an empty bed towards the middle of the room and picked one. Taking off my hoodie, I tossed it on the bed of my choosing and plopped down. "Cozy." I said dramatically. The bed was kind of hard and the blankets looked thin. Hopefully this place got a little warmer at night so we wouldn't be cold all night.

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"Thank you." I smiled at Sam as he had the door open for me. Walking until we got to the cabins, I looked around, just as Sam was. "There's one. It doesn't look like it's too full." I said just loud enough for Sam to hear me. "We better get to it before the others notice." I tugged his arm to follow me. Casually, we walked over to the cabin to be greeted by a soldier in a uniform.

"So I see you two made it over here before the rest of them realized this wasn't full yet." The man smiled. "Information please." He had a pen in hand, ready to write down whatever I told him.

"Daisy Morris." I began. "I'm 18, size small. 5'5 and I weigh 120 pounds." I watched him write everything down. "Is that all you need?" I asked him and he nodded. I walked inside the cabin and took a look around. There were a lot of empty beds left. All I needed to do now was pick one.

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"Not really." I said, replying to his last comment. "Maybe there's a sign or something?" I looked at Sam and shrugged. "I don't know. We'll figure it out, I guess." I could hear tapping on the microphone.

"Is- Is this thing on? Hello?" A skinny woman with glasses was standing on the stage. "Sorry about that." She adjusted her glasses "I'm Janice. I'm in charge of a few things here." She smiled. "Dorms. When you exit the building, you will see a few wooden cabins down the walkway and to your left. We're not assigning anything to you. So first come, firsts serve. If you don't get lucky with getting a cabin, you'll be staying in tents until we can find a new base for you to be properly situated in. Once you're in your dorms, you'll be asked the size of your clothes, weight, name, and things like that so we'll know what to ration you and what size clothes to give you. Sorry about the inconvenience. Like Jones said, you'll be given further instruction in your dorms." She left the stage.

"Looks like we better get going then." I looked at Sam and stood up. I felt like this would be a race between everyone to get the to the cabins. No one wanted to sleep in the tents. We all knew they were poorly heated and very uncomfortable.

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Majority of the room had taken a seat. Everyone was talking and asking about what was happening next. "Quiet!" A voice boomed through the room. A tall, muscular man stood on the stage, gripping the microphone. The entire room fell silent.
"Thank you." He nodded to us. "Now I understand what has happened to you all and I'm very sorry. I understand that not all of you made it. That some of your fellow comrades, some that you considered friends, have either been hurt or killed. I'm sorry." He was very sincere. "I'm General Jones and I'm in charge of this base. You will be given two sets of clothes and a place to stay. Due to the circumstances and the fact that we weren't prepared for this, the dorms you will be staying in are coed. You're all adults and I assume you know how to act. So if there is a woman in the bunk next to you or above you, I expect you to respect her. Vice-verse. Same for you ladies. Respect each other. You will be on a tight food schedule. Rations. We need enough to feed you all, so it might not be much but it'll be enough to keep you energized. Further instruction will be given to you when you reach your dorms."

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Following Sam off of the bus, I stayed close by as I looked around at all the sad, nervous faces. I really hoped there was someone in here to fix up the wounded. They looked terrible. Walking through the blue door that lead into the building, I could see big fluorescent lights that gave off a faint buzzing sound lined up on the ceiling. People were filing into seats that faced a big stage. A prerecorded voice echoed through the building, directing the seriously wounded to go to the 'Infirmary Room' that was down some hall. I was happy to hear they'd be taken care of. But what was to happen to the rest of us?

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I could feel the bus start to slow down. "Mhmm. Right." I nodded to Sam and looked out the window. We were here. Where ever 'here' was. I knew it was a new base. I mean, where else would they take us? From what I could see, this place was rinky dink and small. It would probably be crowded and cramped in the cabins. But at least we had somewhere safe to lay our heads down at night.

"Alright. When you get off the bus, go inside that building." The bus driver pointed to a big brick building with a dark blue door in the front. Soldiers from other buses were already filing in. "You'll get your orders there." The bus doors opened and people began to walk off. I'd stand up when most of the bus was cleared out so I wouldn't be standing in the isle the entire time.

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"It was about a month or two ago. One of the soldiers in my building told us we had to go. So we went." I said with a small shrug. Now that I began to think about it, it didn't sound like an official mission. It could've just been one of the soldiers trying to stir up some trouble. We could've died just because some guy wanted to 'keep them on their toes'. "We took weapons and a few other things." I started to remember a few things.

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I smiled back at him. I didn't think he was that skinny. In my opinion, I felt Sam was built more like a baseball player. Slim but muscular in just the right places. That is from what I could see. "Just one. It wasn't that big of a mission. " I said thinking about it. "It was more like a raid. Just to jumble them up a bit and keep the enemy on their toes. I for one, thought it was stupid because we could've got hurt. Luckily, we all made it out fine."