Man...

I feel warm. Like I'm in somebody's arm. I'm being fed water. I drink happily.

Was all that some bad dream? Was I back at camp?

Nope.

I open my eyes to see a massive man giving me water through a bowl. "You're awake!" He says. The man had a deep voice. He had bronze-colored skin and long, disheveled gray hair with his long unkempt beard. He had wrinkles on his face, showing his age. "There, There. You'll be ok."

A woman who was on the other side of me was also staring at me. She was a redhead who's constantly frowning. She had her hair in a ponytail and taped on glasses on her face. She sports a deep cut on her cheek. "He's not five, Carter. He could be some killer or..."

Carter continues to rock me slowly. "He's just some poor soul. Look at him, he couldn't hurt a fly, right, stranger."

I finish drinking and look back at him. "Why am I in your arms...?"

He shrugged. "Genny says it's more comfortable than the beds they give us-"

"Stop!" Genny yells. she scoffs and sits on the floor.

Carter laughs as I move to get up on my own. To be fair, it was comfortable. I feel a little better after that water. I was just hungry. I saw some stale bread on a plate so I picked it up to slowly ate it. I looked down to see my attire. It was a gray jumpsuit, marked with certain numbers to identify us. I'm 1717, Carter is 2002, and Genny is 7025. I sit and ate, watching the two people bicker. Eventually, Genny turns to me. "And who are you, stranger?" She had a bit of a Spanish accent.

"I go by Dopeman. Nice to meet you, Genny is it?"

She chuckles. "Dopeman? That's kind of a stupid name."

Carter playfully kicks her. "Gen, that's rude."

She shrugs. "What? It's not a real name."

I finish the bread and laugh. "It's cool, It's cool. I just can't remember my real name?"

"Then why don't you make a new one?" Carter asked.

I looked down slightly, not knowing the answer. "Maybe when I retire from my job."

Genny looks surprised. "You worked? There's like a community out there?"

"Yeah. I work as a courier. How long have you two been in here?"

They both frown at the same time. Eventually, Carter speaks up. "Nine years. The rest of the prisoners have been in here for about seven or six."

"You've been here since what, the Intro Wars?"

They both nod.

I felt bad. "Geez..."

Carter moves to pat me on the back. "It's quite alright. We've kind of accepted this, ya know?"

"Aw come on, you haven't thought of escape?"

Genny rolls her eyes. "Of course we have. We just don't know where to go. Hell, we didn't even know that there were towns that were up. We just stuck to what was safe."

As I was starting to reply, Godhand walks next to the cell. he kneels, laughing. "Deh a nuh civilization. Only war. death. and I have di power to stop it. How does it feel, Dopeman? How does it feel stopping di path ah freedom?"

"Piss off." I simply say back.

"Uh-huh." Godhand stands up, smirking. "Hab fun a si yuh fren dem parish, Dopeman." He walks away. I stood up and lean on the bars, looking at him angrily.

"We're getting out of here," I mumble.

Carter and Genny look at me, confused.

"I promise, you'll see freedom when I'm done here."