"We are prepared to fight to the death! Let me hear you say it!" The man standing at the podium, wearing a dark blue uniform was practically red in the face from screaming these words. He looked down among the hundreds of citizens before him.
"We are prepared to fight to the death!" everyone said.
"You will obey!" screamed the man.
"We will obey!" said the people.
"You will be prepared!" the man said and the people repeated.
"You will sacrifice yourself when necessary!"
"We will sacrifice ourselves!" the people said but this time not as loud or as determined.
"YOU WILL SACRAFICE YOURSELVES!" the man screamed but their were still some that did not repeat it.
Jack was one of them, he could feel that something was wrong, no body seemed to be human to him anymore, their minds were lost in this non sense, these meetings that they held every two weeks.
The man stepped down from the podium. Everything was quit. He looked throughout the crowd trying to pin point those that were not cooperating. Two guards followed behind him.
Jack had never been caught before, and hoped that it wouldn't be this time. Jack tried to make himself just like the others, standing straight ahead, pale as stone, with that deaden soul look in his eyes, but one thing through him off from the others... he was sweating. I drop of sweat came down from his forward, but he couldn't move or else the man would see him.
He walked right up to him and just starred at Jack. The man leaned forward into his face and yelled.
"YOU WILL SACRAFICE YOURSELF!" everyone repeated but Jack couldn't even open his mouth, like there was something that wasn't going to let him fall to this man and let him be controlled.
"Give him the injection." the man said to the guards behind him.
"No, wait!" Jack said, but before he was able to say anymore, the guards had him pinned and jammed a syringe into his shoulder.
"Dismissed." the man said and everyone turn around to head for the door, all in a uniform line, like robots. All except for Jack, who was left alone, crouched on the floor, rubbing his shoulder where the syringe went.
They were only a select few, Jack and some others, that weren't affect by the drug, they had meetings of their own to try and figure out what was happening. They were all suppose to just “play along” but for what ever reason, Jack couldn't do it that day. He couldn't let himself go to become one of these mindless bodies, but he knew that if he didn't “play along” that it would eventually get the best of him.
