"So, how're you going?" K asked. You called him K, because he refused to give his name. You never asked why.
"What do you think?" You spat back. You were not in a friendly mood. He should have left you alone.

You were thinking on joining your dad on his 'meetings' despite what your grandma's words. You figured it wasn't too late to change things. You thought you could change who you are, and who you're meant to be. Your brother had already joined a couple time, he has grown rebellious after his 'incident'. He seek every chance he get to make the guards suffer. He spat, threw his piss and other unthinkable stuff to guards he thinks deserved it, it was a miracle they haven't done anything more serious to him.

It was also the worst few days ever since you came there. The heat was strong, and there were no food left. The logistics somehow messed things up somewhere and for the past days the guards have been giving you scraps of their food. But for the last two days there was none. It seemed the guards themselves were at lost at what to do. Babies were wailing everywhere, your grandma and other elders were sick with dehydration and hunger. It wasn't just you, everyone was in their worst mood today.

Mrs. Green has a little girl. She was slight build and quite fragile. You know the girl has been sick ever since she came here. The girl was never strong, even before these all started. The little girl's been weaker and weaker ever since. She barely made any sound. Crying showed strength, but this girl only whimpers softly every now and then.