Rows and rows of people stuck in this grimy tube were crammed around me. We were all smelly and matted because of our journey. Is this how it ends? The one aisle that led to the one exit was blocked with sad humans who had tried to escape and were now caught in the throngs.
Every where I looked people were yelling, screaming, shoving, cursing, sneering. The one person I knew, who stood behind me was sighing deeply. I think she is my sister. Fear had clouded my knowledge, my memory.
All I knew was survival.
I had to get out of here.
Finally the aisle began to move, a slow trudging journey, in a despicable straight line. Belongings dragged behind, or carried on backs. Children looked with wonder around them, some cried, I agreed with them.
As my possible relative and I stepped into the mob we kept our heads low and voices quiet. Authorities lurked behind us, ready to tear us to shreds or throw us in a different prison if we got to suspicious. We passed a slightly better looking section of cages. Perhaps people who were good got a better choice in their imprisonment.
At last we reached the front of the cylinder death space. The prison ward smiled, no sneered, at us. Her teeth gleaming, so white that I couldn't look at it. How did something so clean end up in a place like this? Her blue hat tilted sideways, and she patted me on the back as walked past.
I froze, what now? Would she throw me into a worse place than this? Would she eat me? I turned around slowly to face her, to face death.
She smiled again, wider if it was possible and said,
"I hope you had a wonderful flight!"
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