"Please!... Atleast take my child! Atleast just my child..." a woman wearing what could be seen like a dirty rag wrapped multiple times around her, carrying a baby that was wrapped carefully.
In the cold winter evening, I heard a faint loud voice as I was half asleep, seeing a woman when I slightly opened my eyes, who was this? Why are you so loud? Why are you holding me close?
"The Shelter is now filled ma'am, I'm sorry but you have to find another shelter, we have been accepting more than the required number of people, sheltering more won't make us survive for more than a month!" A man that was clothed properly with jackets, goggles, scarfs, as to carrying multiple knives, a sword on his scabbard and a rifle hanging around his neck resting on his back stretches out his arms on blocking the people trying to get in.
A guard was blocking anyone that was trying to get through the gate, there were many people trying to push each other closer towards the gate, I was uncomfortable, it woke me up completely, the place was cold, it was loud and terrifying, but the woman continued to comfort me, singing me a lullaby, touching my face with her pale and cold hands, she was shivering, just like everyone else, trying for a desperate plea just to get inside.
*BANG* a man showed up that was also full of proper clothing against the cold, carrying a long sword in a scabbard on his back, while carrying a gun with a distinct color.
A gun was shot, everyone was taken aback, all of them took a step back from their protest, A middle-aged man with a clean mustache connecting to a growing beard was standing on an armored truck with an intimidating look due to it's various metal equipments, the man holding a silver rifle, showing status of a squad commander, points his gun at the ceiling while smoke was coming out of its barrel.
"Those that won't listen will get shot, this shelter is full, I'm afraid any more can bring the shelter into it's own destruction, I do not want to cause our survivability to plummet for others to live just for a few more days"
The man's cold piercing gaze shot through everyone...with pity.
"That's fucked up!" Says someone
"What's the purpose of a shelter if it's not able to accommodate people in need!?""Yeah!-Thats Right-" the mobs of people took turns shouting as they were protesting against the guards, ready to overthrow them by trampling them over or climbing up the gates. But... The man spoke again, aiming his rifle to the mob.
"The safety of people are important, lives should not be taken easily, but taking you all would bring more harm than what has already done-""SHUT UP AND LET US IN" a mob interrupted him, he aimed his rifle at the person.
"I do not like...*BANG*... interruptions and disrespectful people" He shot his gun while leting out a cold sigh, hitting the mob right on the head, blood splattered everywhere, people were running all over the place, screaming, escaping outwards, away from the gates, the mob scattered outside the entrance of the shelter scared for their lives, the woman holding me trembled, falling to the ground, she embraced me futher, hugging me as if it is the last time to ever see each other. The middle-aged man climbed down the truck and slowly approached us, it's boots making footsteps crushing the ice beneath it, evey step he took brought distraught with fear. The man spoke.
"Well then, aren't you going to run away? Your friends have already run off, you're the only one left around here" the man said, with an arrogant voice, still pitying the woman thats still holding me tightly.
"Tch..." The man scoffed" sigh...there's a shelter nearby for a few kilometers away to the east, i was not able to tell the mob since it's was too rowdy, but I'll give you a chance, you may be able to reach it within an hour or less"
"I... Am cold, I might not be able to make it..." The woman, tries to talk, catching her breath as the cold was most likely polluted and was already crushing her lungs. "Please...just take in my child... As I believe that this is my purpose...on this cruel world" trembling as she spoke, the man approached her closely to her face, when the man took off the robe the woman was wearing, the woman embraced me closer.
"...!" The man was shocked to see her face.
"...."
"Well well well, don't you have a pretty face?" The woman flinched, her eyes wide open to the realization of what future would happen to her with those words, still clinging to the hope that her child can survive.
"..."
"Alright, you got a deal, I'll take in your child, but in return, you have to do some business with me inside my base, I believe you wont refuse that offer right?" The man snickered, grinning from ear to ear, his men laughing all around him.
"...,-
Okay... take me to whatever you want to do with me-" the woman frowned with disgust, with her piercing cold gaze to the man Infront of her still pleaded "So please... take care of this child..."
The man laughed and yelled.
"MICHAEL! Come here and take the child, make sure to take care of it dearly like it's your own son" another man went running over, taking me away from the woman's embrace.
As I was taken, I cried as I was separated from the woman that embraced me dearly, hearing my cries as I was taken away made her shed tears of grief,it was warm on the hands of the guard, he was fully covered in clothes, holding me close to him was warm...but cold, I didn't liked it. As I was taken away from the woman, I still took a final glance at her, knees on the ground crying infront of the man as I was taken away from her still reaching out her hand to me, making a gesture of plea not to take me away from her, but reality should continue. The man took her away arching his hand over her shoulders as if they were best of friends. Entering the truck that he used to come over.
The woman was taken away from me, I cried and cried until I fell asleep, I craved for her embrace....even though it was cold...
It was warm.