I said. “Do you have any food?” Tara asked. “Yeah, we’re starving,” Torstyn said. “I’ll take them to get something to eat,” Cassy said. “I’ll go with you,” Nichelle said. “Michael,” Welch said. “Come with me to free the guards. They should see me first.” We passed a room where Abigail was alone arranging tables in long rows. “What’s she doing?” Quentin asked. “Turning it into a hospital,” I said. Welch, Quentin, and I freed up nine Elgen guards who had run afoul of Hatch. Welch thought there were more. There were, but they had already been executed. Not surprisingly, the remaining guards wanted revenge on Hatch. “Listen up,” Welch said. “Hatch and your former brotherhood are descending on this island. They will not be taking prisoners. Neither will we. Fight as if your life depended upon it, because it does.” We led the men down to the supply closet and armed them. The guards found Elgen uniforms and put them on, though Welch handed out a roll of security tape for them to wrap around their arms to keep from getting accidentally shot by the other prisoners.
