I know you guys probably hate me for not updating in more than a month, and I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry for making you guys wait, but I have a pretty good idea where I'm going with the story now so hopefully I'll be able to update quicker.

~Jade POV~

I stare in disgust at the compound that is my new "home" if you will, but I'm not even sure it's possible to call such a horrid place "home".

The emancipated creatures before us only glance at us for a second before continuing with their business. But in that tiny glimpse alone I'm able to see the obvious sign of pity in their eyes, but in others there's something else too. It's as if they're trying to communicate an unspoken warning to us, as if we still have time to escape this man-made hell on Earth.

We are ushered to an empty room, splattered with mold , and complete with a musty stench, while malicious varmin frame the building accompanied with batons striking randomly at us.

"Undress, and carry only shoes!" they order.

The room erupts in protests, but we're quickly pacified as several us get blows to the head. Cat and I scramble to strip ourselves from our sole possessions.

So this is what they've belittled us to, we are not even entitled to the clothes on our backs.

How pathetic.

"Okay form ranks of 4." A particularly cruel officer with disgustingly curly matted hair demands, and to emphasize he clubs Cat in the back of her neck, which in turn causes to her to release a shrill scream.

"What the hell was that for?" I shoot him, not realizing til after that it was a mistake to speak out of turn.

"Oh is she a little friend of yours?" He smiles grotesquely at me.

I nod stiffly, and swallow my fear, taking a step in front of Cat.

"Really, and what is this little lady's name?" He asks in a teasingly nice voice.

None of us answer and instead merely stare at him.

Bad idea.

The sharp resonance of a slap vibrates in my ears, and I clench my jaw to keep from throwing a string of very creative curses towards him.

"Now tell me her name." His voice whispers in my ear.

"Cat."

"Cat?" He looks over at her, contemplating who knows what and finally says bluntly, "What a stupid name."

"Oh yeah and what's yours?" Damn it, why can't I learn to keep my mouth shut, I guess old habits die hard.

His baton connects agonizingly with my head and I try unsuccessfully to stifle a groan. He leisurely walks away, while Cat rushes to me, and then he pauses halfway and looks over his shoulder with an amused smirk adorning his features "Robbie, my name's Robbie." And without anther look he disappears into the crowd of prisoners.

"Jade are you okay?" Cat frantically looks over me.

"I'm fine." I grumble, brushing her off, and immediately blend into one of the ranks, as we begin our march.

Our feet pad thunderously against the ground, no one daring to utter a word, and I can't help but think that this is exactly what I imagine a death march to be.

But no this is a concentration camp.

This is worse than death.

We are lead to a larger building, and I can't help but squirm slightly as we walk for the whole camp to see our nude bodies, while many of the officers stop and stare at the younger inmates.

The room is not much different than the last one, although this time their was a wall separating it into halves.

As we stand in the room, examining our surroundings while still in line, I hear shouts of protest and fear, and I crane my head to see at the beginning of the line are men brandishing clippers.

They wouldn't.

But as I see the first swipe, my heat skips a beat and I subconsciously graze my hair, and Cat grabs at hers.

"Why do they need to cut our hair?" she squeaks innocently.

"It doesn't matter." I say straightforwardly, "Just be happy they're not killing us...yet."

As my turn arrives I barely even see the clumps of my hair fall limply to the ground, due to the fact that they aren't exactly the best barbers. I close my eyes in pain as they nick several times at my scalp, but they don't stop only at the head...

You do the math.

Cat is after me, and I do my best to ignore her screams of pain, each shriek sending a new form of torture I'd like to inflict on these monsters.

We're pushed along with the others to the opposite side, and everything from then on is as if the world was put on fast forward.

As soon as everyone steps into the room, men begin pouring disinfectant on us, and not even I can help scream as the acid-like material burns my newly made cuts. I cover my eyes so as not to get any in them. The S.S men beat us left and right, until we enter another room, and clothes are thrown at us. They match those of the current prisoners, and I have an eerie feeling that they weren't fresh out of the store either.

Normally I'd think anything concerning the death is fascinating, but this...this is a whole different ball games. I stare at the dirt spattered outfit repulsion written clearly on my face, but nonetheless slip it on.

I look over at Cat who's clothes hang loosely over her tiny frame, and tears glossing her face.

"I don't like this place." She croaks, and I can tell that some of the disinfectant got in her mouth, by the way she grimaces after speaking.

"Don't worry, it'll get better." I don't even attempt to hide the fact that I know it definitely won't get any better.

This is just the beginning of the long torturous road that will decide our lives.

And what a fucked up road it is.

Okay so I know this chapter was pretty short, but I'll try to make the next one loneger, hopefully it'll be in just a couple days!