• CHAPTER 3
    We stood in front of my father and Sulving. Jolic spoke first.
    “What’s going on?” He asked frimly.
    “What?” My father asked looking very surprised. Sulving looked around nervously.
    “What’s going on?” This time I asked him. Sulving looked around again.
    “Look kiddies, we don’t have time for this.” He tried to smile when he said this. I stared at him, Haylie smiled fake sweetly.
    “Look sir, we know something’s going on. We need to know what.” Haylie ended firmly. Sulving turned around and walked away. My dad looked at us for a second then walked away. He left me with my mouth dropped open. I looked at Haylie incredulously.
    “Is he really my father?” I asked almost yelling. Haylie looked at me and her eyes got teary.
    “Your uncle, Sulving is going to kill us all. Your parents are already dead. I don’t want to die this young.” I cried. Haylie nodded and put her head in her hands.
    “Let’s go.” Jolic said to us. Haylie and I got up and followed the rest of the people back to the field. All of a sudden, Haylie fell over.
    “Ohh...” She groaned.
    “Haylie!” I shouted, “Commander Jolic!”
    “What’s wrong??” He asked in a worried tone.
    “Haylie?” I spoke a little softer.
    “Is she alright?” Commander Jolic spoke again.
    “I feel... Weak...” She whispered. Then she leaned over and threw up on the ground.
    “What’s wrong with her?” I asked with a worried look.
    “Radiation sickness,” Jolic said looking at her. I sighed and helped her up.
    “You should sit for awhile,” I told her.
    “This whole thing is corrupt and evil,” Jolic said angrily. I nodded and looked at Haylie again. She sat leaning on a tree and coughing.
    “I’m tired,” Haylie moaned again.
    “Let’s get her back to main camp,” Jolic ordered. Then a soldier fell down and threw up. And then another.
    “Radiation is taking affect on us. It’s gonna’ start hurting us-” Suddenly Jolic stumbled and coughed. He half laid down and half fell over on the ground.
    “Jolic!” I yelled, “What’s wrong??”
    “Uh...” He groaned.
    “Jolic!” I yelled again. He didn’t move.
    “I don’t feel good,” Haylie whispered.
    “I know, hang on Haylie,” I said. I looked at the other commanders.
    “Help me get them back to the main camp,” I said to the others. We carried them quickly back to my tent.
    “This can’t be happening,” I whispered.
    “Macy, come quickly!” A commander called. I ran to the door where he was standing. I saw my father and Sulving coming towards the tent.
    “Oh no!” I quietly yelled. I tried to get the hurt ones up, but Sulving and my father walked in right then. This time I didn’t salute the general.
    “Perfect,” Sulving said looking around slowly.
    “Well, now that people are dying-” My father started.
    “People are dead??” I nearly screamed.
    “Not yet, but soon,” Sulving muttered. I glared at him.
    “Right, and since they’ll be dead, Sulving decided that your job should be to bury the bodies,” He said slightly grinning. I nearly threw up. He looked at me strangely.
    “That is, not until the bombs start going off,” My father stated.
    “Which is when?” I snapped back.
    “Very soon,” Sulving said as he coughed and had to hold on to the tent as he nearly fell over. He’s killing himself, I thought.
    My father coughed loudly.
    “In about one day or so.” Then he and Sulving left coughing.
    Jolic, Haylie, and the other commanders started groaning again.
    “Jolic, this can’t be happening,” I cried.
    “Well it is,” He coughed, “We can’t stop what’s already been done.”
    “But how come nothing’s happening to me?” I asked questioning myself. He looked at me in a confused look. Then he coughed and lay down again. Haylie was asleep and she occasionally coughed roughly and groaned.
    “Macy!” My father yelled for me in a rough voice.
    “Yes?” I asked coming up to him.
    “We have some men here who need to be buried. Their bombs went off early.”
    “You’re so sick.” I glared at my dad as I carried the bags away. Then I stopped.
    “Where do I bury them?” I asked.
    “In the field,” He said quietly. My dream. It was a nightmare coming true. I couldn’t believe this. I fumed with anger at my father as I walked away from him. Why is he doing this? Why?
    CHAPTER 4
    I walked around the corner to the control room after burying the bodies, but stopped when I heard my father’s voice.
    “Our plan to take over the world is working so far, huh?” He said adding an evil laugh at the end. I didn’t want to hear any more. I cried as I ran in the other direction. So this is his reason for murdering innocent lives. To take over the world? Was this his childhood dream being lived? How stupid could this thing get? But it doesn’t matter. What matters is that we are dying. But I still didn’t know why everyone else is dying, even the creators of this “all-too-brilliant” plan are, and I’m not. I wish this was all a nightmare and I could just wake up. But I can’t. It’s just to much. I can’t take it. I ran back to my tent. It was empty now that the other commanders had helped the sick ones get back to their tents. I lay on my sleeping bag and cried myself to sleep. Partly because of anger, and partly because of sadness. All of those feelings were for the betrayal of my father.
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    Apparently I slept through the night, because I woke up the next day and the air smelled like the morning dew.
    “Dad?” I asked, but then I remembered that I pretty much hated him. He was killing me. I rubbed my eyes and looked around the tent. He must’ve left to go work. I walked outside.
    “Oh gosh. The bombs must be going off. Oh no! Jolic!” I ran through the bodies on the ground. I almost came to Jolic’s tent when my father stopped me.
    “You have some work to do, burier,” He gestured around us.
    “Fine,” I walked away. But instead of going off to dig up ground in the field, I went to see Haylie. I walked to her tent and peeked inside.
    “Haylie?” I spoke quietly. She groaned but didn’t wake up. She must’ve been worn out from being sick all night. I couldn’t stand to watch people die like this. I ran around the back way to Jolic’s tent.
    “Commander Jolic!” I yelled. He sat up and looked at me.
    “I know bombs are going off. Mine hasn’t yet. I need to tell you something,” He said.
    “Go on,” I urged.
    “It’s about your father. He really isn’t your father. You were adopted as baby, and your mother, well she of course isn’t here,” Jolic looked a little sad. He lied down again and said, “I don’t think he really cares if you die or not. I mean he’s going to die too.” He sighed and coughed a little. Then suddenly he coughed, lurched, and he leaned over and fell silent.
    “Commander Jolic!” I cried. No, I thought, he can’t die now.
    “Macy!!” My father yelled my name and I stepped out into the open where he was waiting.
    “Now,” He said firmly as he gestured toward the bags on the ground. I glared at my “not-father” and picked the bags up. I walked to the field where I saw other men burying bodies also. I started to dig with a shovel I found on the ground. I started to dig, but stopped when Haylie came up to me. She didn’t look well.
    “Hi,” I said. She leaned against a tree and coughed.
    “Hey,” She said roughly. She looked pretty bad. Her blond hair was ruffled and her green eyes were shiny.
    “I feel like I’m in an eternal funeral,” I told her trying not to look at the gray bags.
    “I don’t want to die, Macy,” She whispered.
    “It’s okay. Don’t worry,” I comforted her.
    “But you know I’m going to,” She said. I just sighed and started digging.