World War 3

Nearly there?

Training day after day with James was tough. Having the government's army screaming spit

in your face was one of the worst things we had to endure, besides having no toilet and

getting starved every other day. Resisting the commands of the government supporters was

the hardest thing I had to do, getting beaten for refusing to shoot at animals - getting beaten

for having a voice. ​

It had been about seven weeks since I had arrived. I had just woken up from what sounded like a bell, followed by a deep males voice "microchipping time, get them in order". A female guard yelled out my full name "Veronica Lilian Goodchil" I responded with a slight "yes" but I don't think that she heard me by the way she repeated it with a hint of harshness. I yelled as loud as I could "here" and then heard foot steps approaching my cell. She turned to face me but as soon a our eyes met she looked away, she looked sympathetic and sad, like she did not want to do this but had to. She gestured towards the cell door and hinted for me to follow her as she started to walk, she led me into an inclosed room with what seemed to be a dentists chair placed in the center. She lightly patted the seat for me to sit down, I followed her instructions and sat down while she closed the door.