Light filters in from the windows.

The walls a faded grey from the endless sun, and the carpet is stiff and unforgiving with age.

It’s hot.

And it’s dry.

This is our safe house- a haven to hide away. Amidst all the chaos of this world, this place stays- still and unchanging yet ageing all the same.

———+

I walked in and shut the door. I had been following a member of our little ensemble; they were pushing a trolley topped with more food we have had in months. A sweet smell drifted through the hallways.

I looked toward the other people in the room, asking nonverbally for permission to take a slice, only to find they’d already begun to eat. Reaching out, I picked up a paper plate and fork, and took a piece of the remaining rations.

We all sat and chatted idly for awhile; we cast away our differences and our troubles and simply contemplated life- was it all a lie? Sugarcoated?

That’s when we heard them.

The thunder of a thousand footsteps shook the halls; the lights were swaying from side to side.

“They’re coming! We need to go!” I yelled over the sound of rampaging people.

“No- I’m staying here. Die with honour, I say!”

“Oh Lord! I’m out! I can’t take this anymore!”

“Rubbish! Hold the fort will you! Strength in numbers!”

“There’s five of us, fifty of them! I’m leaving!”

Our small party stood divided; three to two.

I left, along with two others. We retreated, leaving those brave souls to fend for themselves.

A loud wail rung through the hallways- a chilling sound that shook me to the bone.

Their battle cry.

"CAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKE!"

We will remember the defenders of those tasty pastries - their names will go down in history.

*don't ask.