"After we get food, we should make a schedule for meals and a headcount each morning." Ms. Isabela said. Tomas, you're in charge of organizing volunteers."
Mr. Tomas groaned, "Who would've guessed I would be working overtime during the end of the world?"
Nico turned back to me. "We don't have to do this all at once. Just remember, if we're gonna make it through the week, we need that food."
An hour passed—1 PM.
"We leave in 20," Nico said, packing his bag. I stood up and did the same.
I didn't know these people Nico had grouped me with.
I saw that Something Delgado girl sit at the corner, glaring at me and Nico with a chilling intensity as she held a chained-up piece of wood. That Miguel Santos guy was tying his jacket like a cape around his neck. Once he did so, he crawled under the bleachers to grab a weapon he had made, a dodgy makeshift spear.
"What's that?" I asked him. "My magnum opus." He said. "I picked up this knife from the cafeteria and this broom from the bathroom." He swung it around, barely missing me. "Hey! That's not a toy!" I shouted at him. "S-sorry. I'm still getting used to it."
Suddenly, that Delgado girl stood up. She walked towards Nico.
Her boots clicked on the waxed gym floor. "Can I help you?" Nico asked, uncharacteristically stern. "If it's about the plan, you probably wouldn't get it." "No, not about that." She replied.
She asked him softly, "Were you friends with Andres Delgado?" "Yes. What of it?" He asked her. "He's my brother," She said sharply, "Do you know what happened to him?"
Suddenly, the stern inflection in Nico's voice vanished. "I-I think he didn't make it…" His voice gradually faded. "I saw him get attacked by that guard." He confessed.
"..."
"So you think he died?" She asked him sternly, her eyes shaking as her right hand curled up into a ball. "I-I don't know. I ran away."
A silent air surrounded them. Nico in guilt, and Mina in pain. She walked away. "I hate this damn school." She whispered under her breath.
I wanted to say something to break the tense air, but I drew a blank.
A coward, a clown, and a delinquent walked into a bar, two old timers were there already, and I was the bartender.
What a joke.