The office smelled like shit and death. Every whiff Damon Baird took made him gag on the bile that had risen from his throat. Of all the places to be right now this was the one place he was not happy to be. Ever since the locusts had come from out of goddamn nowhere, Gears had been moved around squad to squad for what seemed like an every day activity. As he stood in the line of tired men soaked in blood, his mind wandered back to his own family. His mother and father had been at the new unveiling of the new underground museum when the Locusts had come up. From what he could make of the report he was glad they didn't make him go. Plus with his parents out of the way he could finally do what he wanted for a change. No mother to bitch him to death about joining the army and having something worth while to do in his life, and no father to carry out the bitch's demands. Most people could remember what the last words they said to there parents was before they died. If remembering correctly his last words to them were fuck you. And yet he feels no regret in the situation. In a way the Locusts have done him a favor.
"Next" calls the officer at the desk.
Baird casually walks up with his papers and sets them down on the officer's desk.
"Damon Baird hmm. Seems here you were recently demoted for not following orders, is that correct?"
"You tell me. You're the one with the fucking papers"
The officer grumbled and went on reading the resume.
"Everything seems to be in order. Come back when we call you to meet your new squad".
"Yeah, meet people that I'm just going to see ripped apart by Locusts. Really heartfelt don't you think?" Baird smiles as he picks up the papers.
The officer opens his mouth to speak, most likely about having to protect one another and how it's an honor to die for home and country, but Baird has already left the shit smelling office. As he gazes outside at the blackened sky he frowns.
"Well Shit".