May 19,2034

Dear Journal,

It has been two days since I arrived here. I have no clue where I am or who these people are. I believe they want to learn of me ,yet all I see are the guards they are human yet have no soul in their eyes.

I woke up here, last thing I remember was camping in the deserts like I was taught. They feed me oatmeal and soups I eat to survive and drink the water they give me. I have yet to talk to anyone but myself I feel myself going insane.

Today the guards came into my room. They wanted me to go somewhere yet I told them no, they gave me a look of disgust and tried to take me against my will.
I fought back eighteen years in the desert will train you to fight for your life and have no mercy.

I sit here writing in the journal they gave me. I wonder what is in store for me are they going to kill me or just keep me here. I will not let either happen they are about to feel the wrath of a desert rat the slang term they call those of us living in the desert.

Signed: Laelynn Dunes