I apologize for the changes. I am still removing Laura's character and I'm switching Ramsey's death here. Since there are so many chapters, it will take times to completely revise this story.

With a sharp shake, I abruptly wake up with a gasp. My eyes blur, my heart is thumping erratically, mind empty. My eardrums are pierced by Minerva's shrill sobbing.

"Faye? Come on, wake up." I hear C-101's sharp voice.

I blink my eyes as I struggle to regain my full consciousness.

"Hey, she's coming to!" I hear C-101 announce.

My eyesight becomes full and I can finally make out my surroundings. I'm laying on the hard mattress inside of a strange room. The room consists of rows of three-tier wooden bunks with straw mattresses. It has no windows. I look up to see no roof as I only see the hazy skies. I turn my head to see Red and a tearful Minerva sequestering beside me. C-101 is on my opposite side, leaning over me.

"Faye, are you okay?" Minerva seizes my attention. Her state evokes a profound sense of pity from me. Disheveled, broken, and defeated. She begins to cry loudly to herself. "Parker Kate…" She croaks weakly. "She's dead." Her voice is a mere broken whisper. "Lincoln is...gone..Parker Kate..everyone.."

Instantly the poignant image of Parker Kate's corpse haunts my mind. A chilling shudder runs up the base of my spine, I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on edge.

A wave of compassion runs through me, I do my best to force out a semblance of a smile to lift up her spirits. But my smile is ineffective.

C-101 becomes annoyed. "Minerva, please, stop. You're hurting my ears!"

Red without warning, punches C-101's arm as hard as she could.

"OW!" C-101 yelp in pain.

Red responds by shooting him an intense glare before putting a gentle hand on her Minerva's shoulder. Minerva is still weeping to herself, her emotions become more and more livid every passing second.

I try to find the right words to comfort her. "Minerva, it's alright, it's okay now, you need to…" I stop myself from completing the sentence. I come to the realization that I have no right to tell her that she needed to calm down. Her emotions belong to her and she has the right to express them. I feel great pity for Minerva. Her entire group is gone. Lily is dead. Ruby is dead. Parker Kate is dead. Her parents are dead. Lincoln is missing.

If I lost C-101 or Red, I would be lost.

C-101 rubs his arm. "Didn't have to hit me so hard, Red. Damn!" He mutters.

"We're in some Wellington Prison Camp," C-101 gazes around his surroundings. "From what I heard this is a barrack."

"Barrack?" I mouth.

"Yep, some kind of housing." C-101 shrugs.

"What happened?" I ask.

C-101 shrugs his shoulders. "Not sure. All I know is that I got hit in the head and next thing I know I'm in a cage with you girls. I had no idea where Lincoln or Luna is, but all of you girls were basically comatose for hours," He rubs his temples. " The men were just yelling at me. Asking me where Luna was. Minerva eventually woke up and they started to yell at her. The assholes drove up to this camp and just dropped us off after we didn't give them the answers they wanted."

I remember the man asking me about Luna. "They were asking about Luna." I point out.

"Why?" She weeps. "I don't know where she is!"

Red lock Minerva into an embrace, but Minerva is not comforted.

C-101 clenches his teeth in anger. "I can't believe this bullshit! Those assholes just left us here!" He snarls. I could hear slight pain lingering in his voice. No doubt he is thinking about Luna. "I just can't believe this! We need to get out of here!"

Minerva's sobs gradually soften. "We can't. We can't escape Wellington. Wellington Prison Camp is impossible to escape! No one has escaped this place alive!" Minerva wails.

C-101 covers his ears as Minerva cries harder.

"Minerva, just calm down! Crying will not fix anything!" C-101 snap.

Red glares at C-101, but doesn't release Minerva.

"I'm sorry, I can't stop!" Minerva bawls.

I decide to chime in. "Leave her alone, Xander!" I snap.

C-101 glares at me. "Faye, I'm trying to make sure we don't die in this hellhole! So I need peace and quiet for fuck sake!" He retorts sharply.

I sit up in the bed, my head pressed on the bottom of the upper bunk. "Xander, you're making things worse!" I argue.

"I'm trying to make sure we stay alive, Faye. Shut up!" C-101 snarls, his tone is sharper and harsher than ever.

"Are you guys okay?" All of our attention is seized by the voice of a young boy. I turn my head to see a boy with dark curly hair, dirty face, and glistening silver eyes. I notice that he is holding something wrapped in brown papers.

"You guys new?" He says in a nonchalant voice.

"Yeah, why?" C-101 answers defensively.

The boy smiles brightly. "Nice to meet you, guys. It's been forever, we've seen another group of kids here," The boy saunters over to C-101 with his hand extended out. "My name is Elliot."C-101 doesn't shake his hand.

"What's your name?"

C-101 introduces us all. "Faye, Red, Minerva," Then to himself. "Xander," He looks around.

I then notice that Elliot has his eyes fixated on Red. "Um...hi, Red."

Red's lips curls into a tender smile. There is a strange silence between them. A silence that is not only precisely awkward but powerful. I feel a sudden twinge of envy as I feel as if I'm excluded from whatever is passing between them.

Elliot finally removes his eyes and flusteredly resumes talking to everyone else. "So yeah. You're in the Wellington Prison Camp. I overheard your idea here, and I have to tell you, that is a bad idea. No one has ever escaped. I'm sorry, but there are too many guards here. Also, there is nowhere to go. We're stuck in this massive forest, Wellington itself is miles and miles away. So we can't do whatever we want."

C-101 blinks at me. "Are you serious?" He cries. "There has to be a way to escape."

Elliot shrugs his shoulders. "If there is, no one has done it yet."

I absorb Elliot's words. "He's right," I sigh heavily.

C-101 rubs his temples. "I can't believe this!" He grits his teeth.

Elliot's eyes flash with compassion. "Look, I'm sorry, but there is no way. No one has ever escaped. Just be on your best behavior and you'll live. That's how you survive here." He then unwraps the paper to reveal a large loaf of bread. "I work in the kitchen, so I often get food once and awhile. Wanna piece?"

I smile at him, genuinely touched by his kindness. But then the peace is shattered when a guard barges into the room. "Inmates, come out now!" He glances at us, his stone eyes studying us from head to toe. "You are new. It is time for assimilation. Come now!" He commands.

With a heavy heart and Elliot's prior advice, we all obey.

The Wellington Prison Camp is bleak and ruinous. The air is heavy with the smell of burnt flesh, veils of smoke linger in a haze that partially obscures the sun. The skies were barren of life, no clouds, no birds flying or singing. It is only me, Red. C-101, and Minerva remaining. I have no inkling to where Lincoln or Luna is.

A towering stone wall that encloses the area for miles. There is a massive gatehouse with a stone structure that is discolored and fissured. Scattered around the area are multiple stone towers and ruinous wooden houses. The sun is dim in the skies, shedding little warmth on the penurious land. Every single day, I see people, disheveled, impoverished and dressed in tarnished rags. I see towering men dressed in silver armors standing above in the wooden balconies overlooking the camp.

In the first hour on our first day here, C-101 suggested that we escape, but upon the sight of the armed guards adorned with metal armors and rifles, we decide to be submissive. I'm clueless as to why we were placed inside of here. The men who attacked us simply dropped us off here. For the entire ride to Wellington, all of the men questioned us about Luna's whereabouts, none of us had answers.

Upon arriving here, we are dehumanized in this bleak landscape. My mind has already been drained and numbed from the ambush, but after a few days of residing in this camp, I have been rendered to a shadow. I have had mud thrown at me, be spat on, I have been robbed me for scraps. I never fight back and I only remain by the side of my friends.

Me and my friends are stripped of our clothes and we dressed in dirty rags with no shoes or underwear. No showers, no warm meals, no privacy. Everyone in the camp is tasked with harsh labor. There are two towers in the camp where the prisoners are subjected to labor. One in the southwest where the bakers and cooks reside, one in the southeast that where the prisoners are tasked to the mining tunnel behind the tower.

In the very back of the camp is a large old barn and an enormous building that is simply referred to as the "The Church." It stands at the very edge of the camp and is an ominous sight to see. During my time here, I have passed by it and I often see prisoners being escorted into the Church, I would never see them again.

Red and I only work in the Southwest Tower, it is the only tower with running water. It is constructed with bricks and stones combined together. Me and Red were used with various tasks; drawing water from the nearby well, cooking meals for the guards inside one of the Towers, and cleaning.

I constantly think of Minerva and C-101. They are working in the Southeast Tower and whether we would return together into our sleeping quarter, Minerva is always bleeding and teary-eyed and C-101 are exhausted and lethargic, both covered head to toe in dust and gravel. They never have the energy to speak to me or Red, so we often find ourselves going our separate ways.

It is on the ninth day when me and Red are returning to our Barrack. Our hands caked with dry blood from scrubbing and cleaning. Our movement is sluggish from our constant cleaning.

"Dammit!" My foot catches onto something and I would have tumbled if Red didn't grab my arm at the correct moment. I look down to see a rotting corpse at my feet. The corpse is almost devoid of skin and infested by burrowing insects. My stomach heaves, nostrils full of the smell of rotting meat.

Red yanks my arm to make me move and I do.

When we arrive, the barrack is mostly empty, the prisoners are outside working or walking around the perimeters. I'm shocked to see Minerva laying idly in her bed, her hands are swollen and red from the mines. Her hair is tarnished with black dust, discoloring her bright red hair. Usually, Minerva or C-101 come back during nighttime as they are working in the mines.

I hear Minerva crying. Which is something she's been doing since we arrived here. But this time, her sobs are long and deep.

"Minerva?" I approach her bed.

Minerva lifts her head up to me. Her eyes stained with overflowing tears. "I….I…." Her voice vanishes.

"What?"

"Luna...they...the guards..they asked me about Luna. They think I know something!" Minerva wails hysterically.

Minerva propels herself from the bed and throws herself to me, her arms clenching around me. "They said they will make me tell them! I don't know what they meant by that!" Minerva weeps.

Even though I feel primal fear like Minerva, I do not show it. I do my best to remain calm. "Minerva, we just have to focus on surviving. I don't know anything about Luna, but we just have to stay alive." I tell her.

Then as I say that, Minerva releases out a sharp gasp. "Minerva." A deep male voice comes behind me. I turn my head to see two guards striding towards us. One is toweringly tall and the other is muscular and broad-shouldered.

Minerva releases me and stiffens.

"We need to speak to you!" He announces. Minerva starts to tremble uncontrollably. "I know nothing!" She shrieks pleadingly. Minerva let out a harsh cough. "Why?" She weeps. "I don't know where Luna is!"

The tall guard is not fazed and he takes an aggressive step towards us. "Come now, young lady!"

Minerva gulps loudly and panics. "NO! I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!" Minerva shrieks hysterically.

The tall guard looks livid, his silver eyes shoot daggers. "Girl, come with me!" He commands.

Minerva shakes her head vehemently and closes her eyes. "NO! NO! I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!" She protests.

Then both of the guards exchange a look. "Well, we could force out your confession, young lady!" The tall guard threatens.

I stiffen, my fear freezes every muscle in my body. Without a word, the large guard marches towards me, I hear a growl and my eyes dart to a snarling Red.

No. No. My eyes glance at the guard's rifle. "NO!" I whisper loudly to Red. Red snaps her head to me and I see her hardened expression fall. "Don't. Just don't, Red."

Red loosen her position and complies with my pleas. I'm strangely calm. They are only going to simply question me. I will tell them what I know. Nothing. Then I'll be sent back. But when the large guard comes close enough, he grabs my arm roughly, his eyes are flaring. His head turns to a weeping Minerva. "You little bitch, you want to play the hard way! You are going to pay for this. Since you wanna be difficult, so we need to send you a message!" He snarls. I hear Red's sharp gasp.

Then in an instant, he bashes me across the head with a closed fist, instantly rendering my body drained until finally, all is black.

Next chapter will come soon, very soon. I am finally back. Thank you for your patience. I am still revising the chapters, but I feel like I should upload the other chapters.