Looking to the girl at my side I nod slightly, the cages were bigger although they weren’t the biggest I’d seen. “More workers for the mines,” I whisper back, “something must be happening, or about to happen.” We weren’t told much but I tried to find out what I could, without breaking the rules.
Noticing Zandra fiddling with her collar I shake my head, I knew exactly how she felt although I did a better job at masking my discomfort. I’d gotten used to living in difficult conditions after The Guardian had locked all the city leaders in a shipping crate and basically forgotten about us. Sure we were fed, but there wasn’t much in the way of personal space and comfort was definitely not an option.
It was during my time in the crate I’d realised where all my problems had started, it was simple really… it was the moment the Mall Rats had broken into my life. All of this, was their doing. Sighing quietly I glance back at Zandra, “who’s in charge today anyway? I haven’t seen the rota yet.”