I write weird books for adults, teens, kids, and some for the whole family. Another word for “weird” is speculative fiction, which is fantasy, sci fi, time travel, supernatural, paranormal, alternate history, dystopian, steampunk, or anything else WAY out of the ordinary.
Around four thirty that afternoon Hannah called us on the CB radio that Lizzie had left in Krista and Jaylee’s apartment.
“Can someone come and pick me up?” she asked. “They let me go but there was no one to give me a ride back.”
My sister reached the radio first. “This is Lizzie. We’ll come get you now. Over.”
The radio crackled again. “Can we get something to eat? I’m starving.”
Shockingly, they actually did drive us all around to a bunch of houses.
Of the eight of us, (I changed it to eight from last week’s twelve) I was the youngest by far. Most of the people looked somewhere between their twenties and middle-aged. We were each given a slip of paper that listed eight address and were told to rank our top four. The guide—a lady in a fancy brown suit—told us that she’d do her best to make us all happy.
The Enforcers took away our protest signs. We were searched, handcuffed, and divided between the two vehicles, girls in Officer Harvey’s car, guys in with Officer Miller. The Enforcers drove us up the hill to the Champion compound.
Construction around the showers was well underway. They were not simply raising a couple of kiosks. They were building a full-on fence around the place.
“They really must want to keep people from sneaking into the showers,” Zaq said.