They agitatedly lock themselves inside their cells. Their eyes show fear and their breathings are rugged.
The new dawn’s members are so confused on why these people are so afraid to go out. They are now free, yet they chose to be lock inside this dark, narrow, and stinky jail.
“Get out!” one of the women said, there are no tears on her eyes to be seen yet it feels like she’s crying. The infant she’s holding on her arms is stiff as stone and the skin is pale as the bruised sky, its eyes are sunken and its lips are crisp dry.
“Why are you even here?!” the woman proceeded to shout. Resulting to other prisoners to yelled at them too. “How did you get in here!”
As the captives shouted on top of their lungs, asking why Mago and Isaac are even there. And that who they think they are to tell
