Hey! Anybody out there? XD this is just something for me to do. In this part every thing like This Will be the protagonist, and like this the questioner/government goon. Enjoy!
Hello miss. We sure had a hard time getting you here, and in return would like you to tell us something for it.
This is fucking bull-shit. Why should I tell you anything? We didn't ask for your help, and we sure as hell didn't need it ether. But that's why you brought us here isn't it- because we are surviving while you are struggling to keep your head above the water and out of the crossfire.
What makes you think that little lady? Here we are safe, and have plenty of food to eat- while out there you always have to watch your back and to eat, you have to search far and wide even for a bite! No pun intended. How are we the ones struggling?
Have you ever watched one of those old Zombie movies? The good ones and not that crap that Fucking Hollywood loves to make.
No. But I don't see what that has to do with us struggling.
Well that's too bad for you, because they rock. Anyways, You say you have plenty of food? Then why is there hundreds of people out there who fail to get their rations? You say you're safe, but there are still bodies lining the streets from killings among your own! And don't give me any of that "I don't know what you are talking about" crap either, I have insiders. And I want to know why you brought us here in the first place.
I apologise but you are not the one asking the questions miss.
Shying away from the question? Doesn't surprise me. And stop calling me Miss, it's Lo to you. Spelt L O, but pronounced Low.
Very well Lo, but I'm just here to ask about how you managed to support yourself and four others, since you are obviously the leader judging from the little display you five put up out there.
What if I don't want to answer?
Well wouldn't it be a shame if something happened to those children of yours out there...
You bastard! Are you really threatening my family? I should mention, that anyone stupid enough to try that before, is now six feet under.
I'm not doing anything. I'm just the one asking you the questions.
Go rot in hell for a couple centuries. You need it.
Who's avoiding the question now?
Fine. I'll tell you what you want, but if I see so much as a hair out of place on any of my darling children, so help me they will never get your blood stains off the walls.
Fair enough. Go on then.