After a few crusading days of living on the train, with little to no legroom to move around, the train had finally reached its final destination for Miyana and her mother. With no spare time to spend, the conductor and crew swiftly evacuated all remaining passengers onboard. Allowing the vacant cabins to be reloaded with fresh faces who will be traveling back to the stations they missed as well as the city where Miya grew up in.

Gathering their luggage, suitcases, and other items they brought, they headed north from the train station to the freight department offices. This was located in front of the train station. A quick scan around the area revealed that all lanes were barred from the public. Everyone was crammed into a massive ball of an eyesore, waiting for at least one of the lanes to start opening.

“How can these employees be disoriented when they should be telling people that they need to be forming a line by now.” A woman grumbled out. “I need to get on the train and get out as quickly and efficiently as possible!” Another lady screamed. Everyone seems to have a grouse or two.

Some people didn't even appear to be carrying much luggage; they simply had their children with them, and they were carrying so much more belongings than their parents. Some ladies didn't even have children, only baggage and large crates to transport.

Miya disliked the environment that everyone was creating. Another train blew its devil trumpets, making her leap out of her shoes while she stayed close to her mother.

Another train just made its way into the station adjacent to the train they dwelt in for a few days. They were crowded to the capacity with young and mid-age pregnant ladies, it also had more left-behind children joining them. Some were carrying children, while others were currently carrying a baby bump, waiting for their newborn to be brought to this fucked up world.

She wanted to look away, but the environment only grew worse, by the minute. People were weeping openly all around, rather than resisting the temptation to cry, especially in public. She searched for the phone she had received as a parting gift from her mother from inside her spacious coat pocket. Even considering that they will be far away, she will be able to at least communicate with them.

She merely looked beyond the throng as she grasped her mother's sleeve, a second before the mob exploded from public emotions. Another section had a queue of only children from the previous train awaiting in the same eyesore her and her mother waited in.

“Take a look over there. It's a small army of kids boarding the train.” Miyana overheard a mother with children conversing with a pregnant woman. “Maybe you haven't remembered hearing, The leader of this county is ordering them out, but they've already submitted a copy of their documentation, so they are already set to go fight.” The first lady scoffed at the pre-teens getting ready to board the train. “If my child was reaching that age, I would have relocated her somewhere else; why should she fight for something she shouldn't be obligated to do, she's my child?”

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The pregnant lady wanted to agree with her, but something compelled her to keep silent. “I mean, how is it fair that our spouses and elder family members are dying, and while they want to send our children to fight alongside them?” Everyone turned to listen to what she had to say. She didn't appear to be preparing to pause her speech at all. She was right after all. Miyana thought for a moment.

“I feel it would be better if they sent forth orphans with nothing to lose and the elderly in retirement homes to fight for us because they have already lived their lives.” They're already on the verge of death; let them live a bit extra in the war. They should also send those who require particular additional support, as well as those who cannot live affordably.

A large audience gathered around her and her children. Miya and everyone else was stunned; she had us in the first half. She smirked as she swung her designer handbag over her shoulder, almost ripping her diamond earring off her earlobe. Miya merely seemed surprised. “How can someone say that when even a lunatic knows better?” Someone in the crowd whispered behind the protagonist.

The insane mother cradled her infant along her hips, even the child was dressed in the latest expensive attire and diaper. “Why should I pay for my children's therapy sessions after they return from winning the war for a bunch of elderly men who can't handle it themselves?” This idiot had no ability to read the atmosphere at all. She climbed onto one of the large sealed crates being hauled by a lady. She insisted on a rally from the gathering of children, mothers, and soon-to-be mothers.

“My nanny fled our house because we couldn't afford to pay her or her children. She brought up my two oldest for years and then abandoned us as though we meant nothing to her.” All eyes were on the children, the oldest girl, her face flushed, looking down, while the other huddled behind her older sister. “I told her that if she stayed, I would compensate her with love and respect. When our government seized our money, those nasty immigrant families all hurried away from our city together.”

Her prior words had outraged the audience, but what she said next took the cake. “If those putrid fleeing immigrant families ever intend to live with us again, we must therefore unite with each other to deport them, making them fight for us.” The audience went apeshit. They whisked her children away from the catastrophe she had created upon herself. Everything they could get their hands on was thrown at this bitch, including rocks, glass bottles, and high-heeled shoes.

The overwhelming majority of people here have been immigrants. Everyone comes from various enclosed cities, each with its own set of institutions, regulations, social class, traditions, and value beliefs. If anyone were to run away to another enclosed governmental city, it is classed as an immigrant.

Everyone respected one another, and the moms regarded the other mothers as if they were sisters. Everyone is going through the same situation right at this moment, and they can't just allow this bitch to start tearing them apart from out her high aristocratic ass. Even if they did not grow up in the same city, everyone is equal.

Nobody had any sympathy for something like this bitch. Her face was no longer identifiable as it had been a few moments before. Miya looked up to where the old shaggy bitch stood and observed a genuine rusty, old railroad spike that had been hurled.

The crowd was becoming increasingly agitated when an odd sound of a little whistle stopped everyone at a standstill. A lady with a notepad and pen was jotting things down, not glancing up to see what was progressing around.