"Megan Adams?" a man with an obsession with sunflower seeds asked gruffly. (A/N: Gruffly. Is that a word? Hehe)
No, the other person in the room who you are making increasingly paranoid with your whacked out sideburns. Of course it was me!
"Yes."
"Okay then. My name is Mr. Sir. You will call me by that name. Is that clear?"
I burst out laughing so hard at that I think he was about to shoot me.
"You think my name's funny?"
"Obviously. And I have a question."
"What?"
"Is your wife's name Mrs. Sir?"
"I don't have a wife." he growled.
"I wonder why that could be?" As you can tell, I have no objections to speaking my mind. At all.
He took me outside and we began walking to another cabin.
"You see any fences or gurad towers?"
"No."
"Wanna know why?"
"Not really. But I have the feeling I'm about to find out."
"How right you are. We've got the only water for 100 miles. Out own little oasis. You wanna run away, I won't stop you."
"Good." With that, I took off in the direction of the path the bus had driven through. I might die, but I figured it was better than whatever they made me do here. Pretty soon, a bunch of people ran over and dragged me back to Mr. Sir.
"How sweet, you DO care if I run away or not!"