Piles of Gruel

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Marcus P.O.V
We were in lockdown for three whole days. The doors never opened. Trays of gruel and cold coffee was passed through a slit in our doors. No information, no explanation, only cooperation. We were put away like caged animals and no one knew why, yet no one felt the need to ask.

My overhead light stayed on constantly. I lost track of time and the feeling of day and night.

The silence was the real torture. So easy to break yet so destructive. My own reflection became my only company. I tried to imagine the world outside of this facility, but nothing came to mind. Not even my mind could escape the cold grey walls around me.

Then finally the doors were unlocked and we continued as if nothing had happened.

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