When I woke up it was in some plain white, windowless room. A part from that oh so useful tidbit of information I had absolutely no idea just where th... hell I was. I wouldn’t have even known there was a door if my second least favourite person had shown up. It was the first time I had seen Mr. Edward Newchild. At first glance I found he was a good looking guy. On the second glance the love was gone and he was just another asshole to add to my list of people’s asses I needed to kick. So far. "I leaned over it and looked at both sides, "one side is tied off but the other is tied to the pin of a grenade."He sighed, "good. Hold the pin and cut the wire."I had to slip the pistol into my belt and pull my knife and juggle the light before I managed it, "done."He gave my back a pat, "pistol out and move on."I saw the smoke before I reached the room and dove forward with the pistol up and out. A soldier dropped the barrel of his rifle but I fired twice and he fell. I shifted and half. They ain’t right in the head and I don’t trust ‘em far as I can throw ‘em.” Betty headed back down the hall to get dressed for work.………..Luther, the oldest Woodson boy at 34, slid his plate back, took the last sip of coffee and burped loudly. Oscar, hunched over his bowl of slop, looked up with that same stupid smile. He was 28 but had the brain of a four year old. A dumb four year old!Ol’ lady Woodson fussed at her son, “Luther, y’all get yo nasty asses outta here.” “Whatever you say momma.. "Charlie couldn't believe what he was about to do as she ushered himacross the room. He found himself sitting at a small table as he opened acoloring book filled with ponies and fairies as he glanced over, seeingher shoot him a nasty look and nodding as she raised her brows. He knewhe had little choice, taking crayon to paper as he found himself coloringwith little girls three or four years younger than him. It seemed to takeforever as people were coming and going as Chloe read her magazines.