Lana looked Kelli over more closely, noticing the clothing for the first time.
"Questions?" Kelli asked.
Lana shook her head. Jack climbed onto her bed and stretched out.
"We have dog food, too. Tons of it. More than we have dogs," Kelli added. "I'll bring you some for him."
"Thank you," Lana said. Kelli flashed a smile and left.
So far, this wasn't what Lana expected. Her room was tiny, and she heard others rustling in rooms nearby. She couldn't help but feel surprised by the kindness and careful planning of the refugees who'd lost everything but electricity in one building. Of course, she'd spent the last twenty years in the competitive upper-class circles, learning how to keep out of the way of those who would use her to get to Mr. Tim. He'd urged her to hide herself away when she wasn't at work with him, telling her tales of how bad the upper class was.
On many occasions, she'd seen the duplicity and cold manipulation he'd spoken of. Usually, he was the one doing it, so she'd listened to him.
She'd never wondered if the lower class was different. She had few memories of her mother and grandparents and never crossed paths with anyone from the poor class. If these people had been from the elite class, they'd have shot her on sight. Nothing in the town would be standing, because the elite hoarded power and anything that would give them influence.
Even though her bed was a cot, she didn't think she'd seen anything so appealing. Tired of puzzling over the world around her, Lana shrugged off the rucksack, pushed Jack over, and lay down with him. She didn't expect to sleep, not with the amount of anti-sleepers in her system. However, she fell into a deep slumber soon after she lay down.
She dreamt of what life with Brady might've been like, away from the war and betrayal. The dream was sweet and short. When Kelli woke her, the warehouse was dark, except for the low light of lanterns like the one dangling from the ceiling into Lana's room.
"I thought you'd be hungry," Kelli said. "Change into the mosquito gear and come on out."
Lana struggled out of bed, exhausted still. She changed and placed her micro and vault into her pockets then followed Kelli out of the warehouse, through the front office space and into the street. Where the street had been vacant during the day, they were crowded at night. Groups of people milled and moved towards the fields surrounding the town, guided by moonlight and the light of handheld lanterns.