You’re sixteen, and it’s the law.
You’ve trained as hard as anyone, don’t know why you’re worried about it. Just remember what you’ve learned, keep your wits about you, stay alert, and don’t stop moving. The pen’s larger than it seems, you can maneuver so that all three zombies are always on one side of you. Hit hard. Don’t hold back, not even a little.
When you come out, if you come out, you’ll be an adult, and you’ll have rights just like your mother and I do. If you don’t come out, well, not having any rights won’t matter.
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