The kids began to get sorted and follow Charlotte’s instructions as she herded them out of the room, staying by the door to ensure nobody was left behind. There were no complaints and there was nothing like chatter or crying from the kids.
That’s…
I don’t know which adjective to use to describe that, but it doesn’t feel right.
It’s like the kids have fully accepted and internalized that this is happening to them and they need to do what the big girl says to stay alive.
How many of them had watched their parents die for them? They were so stoic, or shocked.
Poor kids.
Grue looked at me, “What are you thinking?”
“They take cover, we stay. I’m going to try to use my swarm to get a sense of where Genesis is and how the fight’s going.
Seems reasonable.
The second things go south or this area gets too dangerous, we get her out of here.”
“You’ll need this,” Charlotte said.
Hm? Something Genesis gave her?
I hadn’t noticed it with all the people in the room. At the foot of the bunk, in the corner of the room, there was a folded up wheelchair.
Oh, alright!
Might not be easy wheeling her out in a hurry, but if they’re careful I think they can do it.
Can’t ever be easy.
Hehe, of course not!
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