28 Elyn Holiday (1/2)

Emmie stands there yelling at the group of armoured men who ran over who look like some of the men who were helping us. I can't make out what they say but it looks like they are metal police officers who have come to help the people we were helping.

The place goes silent for a second while I stare at the little creatures Emmie was hurting. The green and red puddles glittering in the day light like dancing fireflies.

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I hear the man talk to Emmie again but in a loud cold voice as he looks behind himself at a metal cage the size of a person before leading Emmie away.

Emmie makes sure I hear his whisper, ”Stay with the woman we hired, treat her like a babysitter while I'm gone, don't forget that.”

I stand there dazed as I'm unsure what to do with Emmie gone. I'm left sat on the cart with our money hidden in one place and our food put on top. The men who we hired seem a bit confused but stand up when Emmie talks to them and nod in reply.

Now everyone has stopped fighting and the small creatures have stopped moving. There are a few people in the group behind us who have started crying. Some of them are crying holding sleeping people and others are crying with others.

While I try to look at one of the small creatures I am distracted by one of the men we hired trying to now move the cart away from the area. Before we can even start moving another group, dressed in even shinier metal approach and start talking to the leader moving our cart.

After talking for a few minutes I'm taken with the cart in the same direction Emmie was.

We arrive at two large houses stood next to each other. The cart I'm still sat on gets taken around behind the smaller house of the two. Only one of the people Emmie hired is still here, the woman who was followed by the 8 other people. The other group walked away while we were moving here.

”Boyoma?” I try to remember the woman's name and try calling her it only to get a shake of the head.

”Bi ma ya.” she spells out slowly to help me pronounce it making sure I'm watching as she says it. She then gestures towards me as if to get me to try again.