Despite having been on the run for the last few months, you’d been stupid enough to get caught by one of the rebel leaders. You hated monsters - they’d killed your family, left you alone. Now, you were at their will. You were caged like an animal with nothing but a broken mattress, a toilet, and books to keep you entertained. You hated G most of all. That smug, cocky look he’d shoot you each time he walked past your cell infuriated you. God, you just wanted to go home.