Survivor Girl_Daughters of New America by JM Scott

Author:JM Scott [Scott, JM]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-08-05T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

I was down the reservoir. There was already an inch on snow on the ground. I just finished pumping up fifty gallons. I put the clothes and toilet flushing water their containers, when the radio came alive.

“Holly Berry get back to the Beederman. Now.” Huck said. His voice firm.

“I’ll be there,” I replied but he never replied. I loaded the water containers in the wagon and got on the mule that the town acquired just for water collection.

I never drove in the snow before and it wasn’t like there were capabilities of plowing any time soon. Maybe it was because I was out here in central New York, but I never felt snow storms like this one. I pulled in front of the Beederman. Huck and some others were waiting for me in the lobby.

“Come with me,” Huck said. I wondered where Trent was. We went up to the fifth floor, the floor we lived in. Did we get someone new? Why all this urgency? Every time we got someone new, it was never like this. We came to 5B. Two guys stood at the door, locked and loaded. While another guy finished screwing a lock on the door.

I touched Huck on the arm, which is something I did every so often. Like a friend. And I was getting more used to touching. “What’s going on?”

“Leave us,” he told the others. The guy who installed the lock handed him two keys. We were alone in the hallway. Then he turned to me grabbed both of my arms tight enough where I could feel the pressure under my winter coat. His green eyes were one part wild and one part excited.

“Can I trust you?” He asked suddenly.

“Of course, you can. You know that. What’s going on? Who’s in there?”

“The future is in there, Holly.”

I didn’t know what he meant.

“We found a pregnant girl. She’s pretty far along.”

“But why lock her in?”

He put his finger to my lips. “She doesn’t want to be here. I think she is unstable, you know mentally. She’s a danger to herself and to the baby. You get that right?”

I did, I suppose. But every woman who had become pregnant were on bed rest and wanted to be on bed rest. Of course, they did. They were happy because I did their work, served their meals, did their laundry flushed their toilets because they weren’t allowed to. And no matter how much food I gave them, or did all their chores. I would still get the call and someone miscarried. So maybe this girl was someone different then the rest of the girls.

He put the keys in my hand and closed my hand around them.

“Holly, it’s just like all the other times. The only difference she’s not allowed out. She doesn’t care about resting. She wants to keep moving to god knows where. This is for her own good.”

“No problem, Boss,” I said. I was a little worried about looking after this pregnant girl. If she was crazy would she hurt the baby out of spite.

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