The wind tussled the hair around his shoulders, blowing into his face. It was long and unruly, yet he never cut it. He let it grow freely. Unlike him, it did what it wanted. Though to be fair, it was hard to follow your ideals in this place. The rations were getting lower, the people hungrier, and the living corpses rowdier. They had begun taking the sick and the weak. Making them work? Kicking them out? Nobody knew but it wasn’t right. Of course it helped the food supply, they weren’t hungry when people were taken, but that doesn’t make it right. Everyone overlooked it until they tried to take Mason’s younger sister. Mason being the strong spirited teenager he is, picked up a rifle and shot the guard trying to take Lilly.

“It was his own fault for trying to take my younger sister. If he wanted the rations to be less divided, he should have walked his own ass out. But he didn’t and look where that got him. He dug his grave and now he’s going to be literally lying in it. “ Mason said yelling at the other guards, and of course the people. The fierce look in his eye and his grip on both Lilly and the gun made it clear to not go near him.

“Well there you go! A full grown man dead, isn’t that better than a kid? Less rations!” Mason screamed.

The masked men looked at each other before one of them shrugs, and walks forward to grab the body. Silence grips the crowd as the guard drags the corpse towards the building they release the people. Mason’s eyes widen before reloading the gun and raising it. The wind tussles the hair around his shoulders, blowing it into his face.

“Why are you bringing him to the exit if he’s already dead.”

Everyone begins to realize as they remember the graveyard is on the opposite side of the field. Silence grows softer as the crowd begins to yell. Screaming, crying in horror and disgust. After all what could they be doing with them if they aren’t letting them go?

“They are serving us our family and friends!” Mason yells to the crowd.

After it’s said out loud, the people go crazy. Attacking the guards, taking their guns, running, and hiding. Mason is at the forefront, with his hair now in a bun, he fights his way foreward, leading his colony against the military. Who are now like the people they murdered, lifeless and cold.