"Why are you cooperating?" the sheriff barked.
"That thing, that thing said if I cooperated, if I helped, they'd be nice to me, I wouldn't do very hard time. They'd see that the rest of my life would be quite pleasant. But if I didn't cooperate he'd make me brain dead like the others. I've seen people he's done that to. They're still alive, they still know what's going on, but they can barely take care of the daily necessities, eat, drink, go to the bathroom and such, and that's about it. They don't need much. Even if you don't go to prison, you're in a living one for the rest of your life. I won't end like that! I won't!"
"Just behave," the sheriff comorted. "If you do what it says i'm sure everything will be all right."
The woman only nodded. It seemed like forever until they were driving through the resort's gate. People , most in bathrobes and pajamas, were being herded down the road. The sheriff came to a stop by the old shelter and jumped out. Everybody was there, waiting. The sheriff pointed to one of the security guards and snapped "You!" then pointed to Phil. "Get her OUT of here! No arguments! Get her down to the main road, I don't care if you have to carry her....GO!The young man looked at his superior who nodded. He took Phil's arm and they hurried off.

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