Thirty-Nine

I watch Every pull the small mattress off the cot and push it into the corner before she starts building her nest. She sets down all the sheets first and then the pillows. Jayk's comforter goes last along with some of the warmer blankets. She pats everything down while humming to herself. I scratch the back of my head wondering how she will react to how we live. 

"Not what you expected?" Jet asks. I lean against the bars of his cell. 

"Guess I've lived a pretty carefree life without knowing how good I have it," I say. He smiles. "You've taken care of all of them?" 

"Most of them," he nods. 

"How many others are there?" 

"Guess you'll find out when you raid the compound," he shrugs. 

"Jet, we're not your enemies. We're not trying to hurt you," 

"No, you're just keeping us hostage. You took us from our home," 

"Excuse me? You live in a fucking cage. He killed your family," 

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