The dust surrounding him was a swarm of disturbed bees. The spray of dirt and sand stung his eyes as he trudged through the empty District 6 from District 9. Charlie kept a wary eye on his surroundings, unsure of whether to call the silence peaceful, or suspicious. It felt so natural that he wanted to lie down right there, to rest after his long trek from the hideous “alien resettlement camp.” He spat angrily at the ground. What a load of talk. It was obviously a permanent, isolated residence for aliens like him while the South African government meandered around as though they didn’t exist. How wrong he was. Just yesterday, after the bell in District 9 sounded for the aliens to prepare for bed, there were very subtle noises coming from outside …show more content…
By ridding the country of the pesky dirt at the bottom of society, we can finally live in peace. Let’s go home.” Samuel said. Charlie continued to lie there, still and motionless as the footsteps grew softer and softer. But inside of him, he was a hurricane. Feelings of confusion, betrayal, and anger swirled around like a bubbling witch’s cauldron. How could the government, who so nicely (but reluctantly, he added) gave the aliens land until they could “resettle themselves elsewhere.” Though living conditions were terrible, at least having a place to call home was better than being out on the streets. Now they decided to conduct a massacre on them? Had they gotten tired of aliens being a thorn in their side? The questions buzzed in his head, remaining unanswered. All he knew was that he had to get out of here. Charlie quietly stood up, treading carefully over the remains, whispering a silent blessing over each of them for their souls to be at peace. Don’t worry, I’ll avenge you. He decided that violence was the only way now. The real enemies were the government. He swore never to harm a single citizen, but only the government. And the best way to get the government to notice? Take out the big wigs in the system that organized the massacre of his