"Here's some dinner," a rebel handed me a piece of hard burnt bread at her place.
Her place was modest but cozy. I sat down on a short wooden stool while my plate of bread was on the dark wooden table.
Three wax candles lit up her place in the living and dining room where the spaces weren't separated. There were no decorations to be seen and many items of furniture or small gimmicks were there more out of necessity than any other reason.
I hesitantly accepted the bread as I thought that these people were amazing for being able to thrive under such a nasty environment.
"You can stay at my house for a few days since you don't have a place to stay," the rebel suggested.
"What about the activities of the rebel group?" I asked carefully.
"We're meeting tomorrow night." The rebel showed me
