Chapter Seven
“Find a place and calm down!” a gravelly voice shouted.
The crowd spread, moving toward the benches and tables that lined the walls. Above the tables hung metal rectangles that could be folded down into makeshift beds.
Please don’t let us still be trapped here when it’s time to sleep.
As people began to sit, she scanned the crowd for her mother. Lenora glowered by the door, grilling the guard who had shut them in.
“Has seed storage been locked down?” Lenora asked, her tone reflecting the importance of protecting the seeds. Without the seeds, there was no point in hiding in the bunker. The Domers would just starve to death.
“We told you last time,” the guard said, “seed storage was locked down before we even came down to the bunker. The seeds are as safe as we are.”
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