Dead. That's what we all are now. One by one we will be either sent out to fight or sent to die. Either way we'll all die in the end. Hope? No such thing in this horrid world, where women are items and men are weapons, nah no such thing as hope or courage anymore.
Me? Well I'm Prisoner #1977586, or as my parents called me, Zelda. I know, Zelda's a weird name, I think I remember my Mum saying something about a Link or her fave, whatever that means, game? I dunno. But my parents are dead and my two older brothers, Sam and Dean, were just sent out to fight in the war. So now it's just me. Well me and my Grammy, Lily. Again weird name, I know, seems to run in the family or something.
Grammy and I "live" in tent #15. It's actually pretty nice compared to some of the other tents, like our "neighbours" the Worthingtons they have holes in the roof of their tent.
