My throat tightened as I ran. "Stop impure!" One of the men yelled as I ran through the thick brush. He meant that I was not allowed to be here. Of course I would go onto the base occasionally, but I originally lived on the base. Every so often I will go to my old house and sleep near a big pine tree, just to get back some memories. Of course I had to be extremely carful about the patrols. When they found you, you were either killed right there and then, or they took you and used you for other "purposes".
