CHAPTER 43
The next morning a sour-faced guard appears at the entrance of my cell. His voice is high-pitched and impatient. I can’t understand what he’s saying but assume he’s ordering me out to work. I was expecting something like this. Now that Hee-Man’s back home with his family, my labor will be monitored by one of the random guards assigned to the underground detainment center.
We step outside, and I see the guard’s blinking just as much as I am in the early morning light. Since nobody’s told me otherwise, I assume I’m meant to return to the spot where I gathered rocks to place in front of the barbed-wire fence. Somehow I doubt my new caretaker is going to get his hands dirty helping me like Hee-Man did.
It’s cold, probably the coldest morning since I arrived at Camp 22. When we ge
