A/N It's hard to write long chapters. But I'll write them more frequently this way.

As the large mob began to wind down after the third night, he found himself also longing for home. If you could call where he lived a home. He lived in a run down apartment, that was crawling with almost as many insects as there were outside. But still, it had something that resembled a bed in it, rather than standing, as he had been.

But he stuck with the crowd, in the vain attempt that he would find his brothers, as they had gotten lost in the mass of people. So he stayed with the large group, following along with whatever they did. And most of what they were doing was drinking.

He was no stranger to alchohol, but never before had he consumed it in such large quantities. He had gotten drunk before, but that was nothing compared to how he was now. He could barely even stagger around with the rest of the group, beating up the passers-by, cheering as he watched them lynch an innocent black man.

It was in this state that a recruiter found him, barely conscious, still singing one of the songs that the crowd had been shouting, sitting down in a back alley. "Hey Sonny, what're doing back here? The rest of your party moved out a long time ago."

"I'm tired" he slurred, his head tilting to one side.

"Hey there, let's get you back home."

"What home? It's not a home, it's a shack."

"Say sonny," The recruitment officer said, knowing full well how to take advantage of a situation. "How would you like to have a nice bed every night? And three good meals? And 200 dollars pay? Does that sound good to you?"

He nodded. "What do I have to do?"

"Just sign up. Help the union." He grinned at that, and told the officer that he was all for it. The officer smiled as well, and led the boy to the nearest office, and had him sign up. "You can stay the night here, and you'll get sent out in the morning." The officer gestured to the other men who had been recruited in the same way that had fallen asleep on bedrolls.