it’s the right thing to do,” I say. “How else will we rebuild our civilization? At some point we need to start taking care of each other again.”
My words seem to anger him.
“This is not a hotel,” he snaps. “There are no free meals here. Everyone chips in. If we let you stay you’ll be expected to work. Fort Noix is only for people who can contribute. Only for the tough. There is a graveyard out there filled with those who couldn’t hack it here. No one here rests on their laurels. Fort Noix is not just about surviving – we are training an army of survivors.”
I can feel my fighting instinct kick in. I pull my hands into fists and thump them on the table. “We can contribute. We’re not just weak children looking for someone to take care of them. We’ve fought in arenas. We’ve killed men, animals, and monsters. We have rescued people, kids. We are good people. Strong people.”
“People who are used to doing things their own way,” he contests. “How can I expect you to alter to a life under military command? Rules keep us alive. Order is the only thing stopping us from perishing like the others. We have a hierarchy. A system. How will you hack being told what to do after so many years running wild?”
I take a deep breath.
“Our father was in the military,” I say. “Bree and I know exactly what it’s like.”
He pauses, then eyes me with dark, beady eyes.
“Your father was in the military?”
“Yes,” I reply sternly, a little out of breath from my outpouring of anger.
The Commander frowns, then shuffles some papers on his desk as though looking for something. I see that it’s a list of our names. He taps mine over and over with his fingertip then looks up and frowns.
“Moore,” he says, saying my surname. Then he lights up.
“He’s not Laurence Moore?”
At the sound of my father’s name, my heart seems to stop beating entirely.
“Yes,” Bree and I cry at the same time.
“Do you know him?” I add, my voice sounding desperate and frantic.
He leans back and now looks at us with a whole new respect, as if meeting us for the first time.
“I know of him,” he says, nodding with clear surprise.
Hearing his tone of respect as he talks about my father makes me feel a surge of pride. It’s no surprise to me that people looked up to him.
I realize then that the Commander’s mood is shifting. Coming face to face with the orphaned children of an old acquaintance must have stirred some kind of sympathy inside of him.
“You can all stay,” he says.
I clasp Bree’s hand with relief and let out the breath I’d been holding. Ben and Charlie audibly sigh their relief. But before we even have a chance to smile at one another, the Commander says something else, something that makes my heart clench.
“But the dog has to go.”
Bree gasps.
“No!” she cries.
She wraps her arms more tightly around Penelope. Sensing she’s become the subject of attention, the little Chihuahua wriggles in Bree’s arms.
“No one stays at Fort Noix who cannot contribute,” the Commander says. “That goes for animals as well. We have guard dogs, sheep dogs, and horses on the farms, but your little pet is useless to us. She absolutely cannot stay.”
Bree dissolves into tears.
“Penelope isn’t just a pet. She’s the smartest animal in the world. She saved our life!”
I put my arm around Bree and pull her close into my side.
“Please,” I say to the Commander, impassioned. “We’re so grateful to you for letting us stay, but don’t make us give up Penelope. We’ve already lost so much. Our home. Our parents. Our friends. Please don’t make us give up our dog too.”
Charlie looks at the Commander with concern in his eyes. He’s trying to read the situation, to work out whether this is going to escalate into a fight like it always did back in the holding cells of Arena 2.
Finally, the Commander sighs.
“It can stay,” he relents. “For now.”
Bree turns her tear-stained eyes up to him. “She can?”
The Commander nods stiffly.
“Thank you,” she whispers, gratefully.
Though the Commander’s face remains emotionless, I can tell he’s moved by our plight.
“Now,” he says quickly, standing, “General Reece will assign you quarters and take you to them.”
We all stand too. The Commander clamps a hand down on Bree’s shoulder and begins steering her to the door. Then all at once we’re shoved out into the corridor.
We stand there, shell-shocked, hardly comprehending what just happened.
“We got in,” I state, blinking.
Ben nods, looking equally taken aback. “Yes. We did.”
“This is home now?” Bree asks.
I squeeze her close into me. “It’s home.”
We follow General Reece outside past rows of small brick buildings, one story high, covered in branches to camouflage them.
“Males and females are separated,” the General explains. “Ben, Charlie, you’ll be staying here.” She points at one of the brick buildings covered in thick ivy. “Brooke, Bree, you’ll be across the street.”
Ben frowns. “Don’t people live with their families?”
The General stiffens a little. “None of us have families,” she says, a hint of emotion in her voice for the first time. “When you desert the military, you don’t get a chance to bring your husband, kids, or parents with you.”
I feel a pang of sympathy in my gut. My dad wasn’t the only person who deserted his family for a cause he believed in. And I wasn’t the only person to abandon their mother.
“But hasn’t anyone formed a family since?” Ben asks, pressing her further, as though oblivious to her emotional pain. “I thought you said you began repopulating.”
“There are no families at the moment. Not yet, anyway. The community has to be controlled and stabilized to ensure we have enough food, space, and resources. We can’t have people breeding whenever they want to. It must be regulated.”
“Breeding?” Ben says under his breath. “That’s a funny way of putting it.”
The General purses her lips. “I understand that you have questions about how things work here, and I appreciate it may seem unusual to you from the outside. But Fort Noix has survived because of the rules we’ve put in place, because of our order. Our citizens understand and respect that.”
“And so do we,” I add, quickly. I turn and put an arm around my sister. “Come on, Bree, let’s get inside. I’m looking forward to meeting our new housemates.”
The General nods. “They’ll show you the ropes from here on out. Follow them to lunch when it’s time.”
She gives us a salute, then walks away, taking her soldiers with her.
A cheerful American woman named Neena shows us around our new home. She’s the “mother” of the house, which consists, she tells us, of a group of teenage girls and young women. She explains that the rest of our housemates are out working and that we’ll meet them in the evening.
“Give you time to settle in,” she says, smiling kindly. “A house full of twenty women can get a little much at times.”
She shows us into a small, simple room with