Born With A Divine System

CHAPTER 46: REUNION (2)

The next day, as the sun rose, a crowd of hundreds, possibly thousands sought exit from the camp. Both young and old, sick and well; all demographics came forward.

Needless to say, each and every one of them was denied exit from the perimeter. Those who resisted were seized, and any further opposition led to execution.

They were no longer intent on keeping up the facade of civility, casting it aside, these people were reduced to livestock awaiting slaughter.

Days passed, and it seemed as though hopelessness was embed into the earth. Hundreds had tried all manner of ways to escape the camp. Each one a failure that resulted in detainment, or death.

Standing by as these atrocities were committed, Nikko and Maya sat on the edge of a crumbling concrete platform, their faces turned towards the distant city skyline. Visible only as faint silhouettes beyond the barbed wire, and guard towers.

"It's never going to happen, is it?" Maya finally muttered, her voice low and her tone defeated.

The previous stoicism she presented had been shattered like an outer shell, leaving her true self exposed.

Nikko glanced at her, her arms drawn tightly around her knees.

"I think we've known that for a while now." Nikko murmured, her voice subdued.

A wall had been built, housing her emotions within. Nikko's hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms and drawing blood. She didn't say anything for a long moment, her eyes fixed on the fences as though staring hard enough might make them vanish. But they didn't. They never would.

The camp's boundaries loomed around them, rows of fencing reinforced with steel and flanked by armed guards who patrolled as though they were imprisoning criminals instead of watching over refugees. But by that point it was clear, those in power saw it all the same.

They'd seen what happened to the many who tried. The ones who believed they could outwit the guards or break through the barriers had been dragged back bloodied and beaten; or worse.

"He would've found a way." Nikko said, her voice breaking slightly.

She hadn't spoken his name in weeks, or rather couldn't. The weight of his memory crushed her spirit, and she couldn't take it anymore.

Maya leaned back, her gaze tracing the outline of the bleak heavens.

"Nikko." She started, grabbing her friend by the hand.

"He's not here anymore." She said softly.

"And we can't keep pretending like he's going to walk through those gates and save us."

Nikko's jaw tightened, her shoulders trembling under the weight of grief and frustration.

"I KNOW THAT!!!" She snapped, although, the anger was more so directed at herself.

"I know he's gone, but we still have to try. For his sister, for her sake."

"How?" Maya wondered.

Turning to look at her, frustration evident, she asked her.

"They won't let us leave. You've seen it. I've seen it... Everybody in this godforsaken camp has seen it!" Maya yelled.

Getting closer, she looked Nikko right in the eyes.

"So tell me, how in fxcks name we're going to escape with our lives."

Maya's outburst was surprising, but not unwarranted.

"We... don't have the manpower, or resources to escape. We'll probably end up getting caught, or worse." Nikko spoke out, not holding back her thoughts in the slightest.