You've lost sense on dates. You've stopped counting days for awhile now. Everyday was just another waking up to the same hot unforgiving sun, and every night was just another night to go through. There was nothing very meaningful anymore.

Food came, sparsely. It seemed that food was being brought to the city from somewhere else. There was no sign of kitchen anywhere. The ration was meager, the quality nauseating. At first you didn't want to touch it, but then common sense got the better of you. You were hungry, there was nothing else but that daily porridge-like stuff that didn't have any meat or anything in it. It was just enough to keep you alive till the next day. Sometimes they didn't give anything except water, you suspected that they haven't successfully manage the delivery time yet.

Most of the prisoners have gotten one or more sickness, diarrhea, vomiting, dehydration, the kind you would expect under similar circumstances anywhere. Within just around a week you think, everyone was visibly weakened and thinner.