Hank never felt so much pain before in his life He's been shot before, he's even been whipped, But this time, he felt the anger behind each whip. He could feel each and every crack on his back. He was ready to collapse, but he couldn't, if he did they may shoot him, or they would keep pushing how much he had left.

The district officer would walk up to Hank gathering the whip as he went. "You learn your lesson yet Hank?"

Hank would lean against the poll out of breath.

"I'll take that as a yes." He would turn to face the new crowd and start shouting. "This is why you don't leave the walls! The next person I find outside the walls will not be as lucky! We don't want to risk another outbreak inside your walls again now do we?!" He would walk to hank and force his hand inside the bullet would. The entire time he's screaming in pain. The District officer would hold the bullet in his hand. "You got lucky Hank, Still in once piece, Unlike you." he would face the crowd. "DISPERSE!" He would draw his handgun and fire into the air.

hank would get untied by one of the soldiers and drop to the ground, too weak to move. Tears rolling down his face, Not all for him, but for the fact that the people he cared about, the children of the barrier class would have to live through what he did, Only Morals by that point may be next to nothing.