The two officers in authority had ordered us to toil, carrying man-sized bins from one truck to the other. These other transportations faced towards their direction of aim, where the pit was regarded to be. The sun was high at early noon, and intensely strong as we had perspirated tiringly below it. My face had quickly been glossed in filth and sweat in working at retreaving the crates. There was a horrid stench that lingered about me from the bins. When I asked my father about them, angered and both saddened about the force that we were placed to work by, he determined them as containers of either hazardous wastes, or olden corpses. Either theory, the boxes were chained shut, and something heavy was kept inside them.
Around Serenity square, where to one side stood a government building with guards at the steps of the monument, and a park and hospital were located, and an armed figure policed a corner of a passway, a silence and vigilance was kept. Huge flags hung from the face of the mayor's building, which was also the meetinghouse, and exhibiting a strangely foreign symbol of some military power. One speech pole stood at the center of the square, that the army had placed there. On the western side of the Carter hospital laid the collection of bins, and to the eastern side laid the trucks awaiting with some men. The Carter was empty and useless, but the soldiers had figured in housing their men and goods in it. ''Good heavens, this is too terrible.'', uttered a woman, whom happened to be in captivity with us.
The men gathered a multitude of the strange crates, and were weary in the smell of the Plague. I saw the death from the nature of the enigmatic slowly engulf them. The women were able to keep count of the boxes and weight over the vehicles. Most of the children were left in the refuge, although the police saw that I was old enough to participate in the chore, and I had hated one of the guards for that mention. ''Go on and hurry kid, those people are struggling there.'', he said. ''Yes mister.'', I said. I helped a uniformed prisoner lift a bin up upon the bed of the truck, and when it was placed, I turned tiresome up to the clear sky, in the crisp air, and said, ''Oh God, it's pretty hot out here. I wish I could just sit down and have some cold water.''.