* * * Hayden’s POV * * *
Tubs, who is my newly appointed chaperone, shows me to a room where I can rest. This is my room for my time here. The protestors have clearly raided every wood and DIY store in the area and made makeshift rooms. It is small and damp, but the moment my head touches the boarded floor I feel a strange, alien sensation drift over me.
Sleep.
I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep; my body clearly needed it. I don’t know how long I have slept for, but I’m woken by fists thudding on my door. “Breakfast,” Tubs says through a mouthful of something. I stand and put my uniform back on. It’s relatively dry now, but then I guess nothing ever gets dry here. Judging by the smell of the damp.
I open the door and follow him down the narrow and wonky corridor. Solar-powered l
