[ WP ] As it turns out , the desolation is not worldwide , you 've just been living on an `` Apocalypse Reserve '' your whole life .

Somewhere, deep down, I knew it. 
 
 I do n't know when I knew it. I think it was when the old man finally let himself cry and told me about back then, how the bombs fell, how I had a sister, a mother, family, fresh food, an actual''life''. I walked out that night, because I do n't know what a thirteen-year or whatever age I was back then is supposed to do when a man like that curls up and sobs. He said he'd rather shoot himself then let me see that. 
 
 I had a gut feeling. Maybe I had it earlier, when some buzzing thing was flying in the air, and I ran because I thought it was some new animal come to rip us. The old man said nothing then, and the next day, and then it was back to normal. He knew then, but held it in, until it burst. I'd like to think he thought I could handle myself. 
 
 But I knew. And the man in front of us, with his gentle sneer and nice black clothes, knows too. 
 
 `` I'm sorry.'' 
 
 Derek has nothing to say this, just stands and stares and I'm almost impressed. Never been able to shut him up. Jackson makes a move to put a hand on his shoulder, and it does n't get shoved away. 
 
 I take a glance at Kate, she's staring at him like she froze in the cold times, and I do n't know what's whirring in her head. The man takes our silence as acceptance. 
 
 `` The bombs did n't cause the damage we thought they would. Only half of the country suffered the complete devastation and mutations that were expected. But we could n't do anything then, just watch.'' 
 
 `` And kept watching.'' There's her voice. 
 
 He shrugs, `` We wanted to observe people in this situation, in case it happens again. The information we gained will be archived and passed down. If they attack again, we'll know what to do.'' He checks a metal thing from his pocket, and looks up at us, `` Extraction will be performed in three days. Meet us here.'' 
 
 `` Why'd you stop?'' That was me. They wanted to know why they did it, but those questions do n't matter. You know why something wants you dead, but when it stops hunting all of sudden, then you need to wonder. 
 
 Another shrug, `` We have the resources now, and people were complaining.'' The way he says it tells me everything. `` Now,'' he turns for the wheeled machine he came in, `` I'll be go-'' 
 
 Kate and I are in sync. But I'm faster. The knife goes deep into his throat. He does n't twitch much. 
 
 We stood and listened, some of those things could smell fresh blood. After a minute, we looked at each other. Derek was talking now, `` So, now what?'' 
 
 `` We send a message.'' I do n't like the bitterness in her voice, reminds me of the old man. 
 
 Jackson nods, and I know what's got to be done. 
 
 There's a gun on the man, and Derek snatches it. `` We'll meet'em, yeah?'' 
 
 I cock my own weapon. Old, but it can drop anything. 
 
 They wanted survivors. We'll show them survivors 
 
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 Perhaps not my best, but I did it quickly, need to get back to posting on here. Please comment and critique, it's always welcomed.: )
