The government had wanted fit, young men to draft for the apocalypse, so their names hadn't made the list — but their girlfriends had.
"This is blatant sexism!" Lily raged as they were herded into the bunker. "Women can fight too — why do we have to hide like cowards?"
"Because we're 'weak'," Marlene said; she was also upset but did a better job at hiding her emotions. "Because we're sentimental and pathetic."
Lily huffed. "Why don't the men who made that list give me a knife and see how sentimental I am about dealing with them?"
Marlene giggled. "I'm with you."
"I mean, I want to fight," Lily stated. "Not just because James is out there, but I want justice. Those scientists who started the apocalypse — they ought to burn. Voldemort should be the first."
"Indeed," Marlene agreed, her hands clenching into fists. "I want to be by Sirius's side, sure, but those bastards took my family and my friends from me for their stupid tests. They ought to be sent to the deepest parts of hell, where they belong." Her eyes gleamed angrily.
Lily smiled. "That's the spirit."
They were supplied with everything they needed, along with news of their loved ones, but they were never allowed out. Not even when they received news of their loved ones' deaths, so they were resigned to tears and grief counseling from their fellow comrades.
It wasn't easy. Lily held her breath, waiting for the news she dreaded, but anger simmered in her chest. She wouldn't have to sit around and wait for news if she was out there, fighting.
It wasn't fair.
They didn't give an estimate of how long they were meant to be in there, but it was torture.
Lily just hoped that it would be over soon.
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Sci-Fi September Day 30 - When the apocalypse began, there was a list of people who would be moved to the bunker for safety.
