That Don’t Impress Me Much : Part 60

Wordcount: 380 words
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Summary: Please note, this is currently a very rough draft. There will be spelling and grammatical errors afoot as well as flat out bad writing, info dumps, plot holes, flat out contradictions, and uneven characterization and pacing. (Content is also subject to constant change as I take an editing chainsaw to the story.)

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Mum’s The Word

The rest of the refugees came into town the next day and the rest of the townsfolk, or at least most of them were let out of the caves. There was some polite questioning, but the strange blue army was not answering questions. The shared their opinions and experiences, but no one was quite sure what was going on.

Once the other grownups were back May and the fledglings went back to not being important and were more or less left to themselves. They got some flak for having surrendered the whole group without asking them first, but after a few days most people came around to the fact that they had saved lives by doing it.

May still planned on un-surrendering, but from her conversations with the other kids, all of the attempts to escape so far had been met with failure.

Since she was not having much luck with the humans, she tried talking to the foxhawks. For the most part they ignored her, or politely told her to go away. The foxhawks were odd coloring that no one could remember seeing before and there were more one odd albino foxhawk.

Baron had seen an albino once, but only once. Here they had at least ten, if not more. It was hard to tell them apart, even with an eye for the color differences. So there might have been more.

The rain kept up, while they were there and the heavy fog seemed to linger in the harbor. It was creepy, but with all the odd weather they’d been having lately, it was not much of a shock.

Thankfully the Army has not done anything with the caves, other than guard the entrances. Down in the back storage caves, that the invaders don’t know about, there are three years worth of supplies. They’ve got plenty of escape holes and there’s a method for collapsing the main entrances.

Of course its meant to be done before the invaders get there. To make the town look empty and abandoned. If they do it now there’s a good chance the Army will dig in after them.

Still, there are more supplies down there than just food and water. May checks in with her parents, who point her in the direction of

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