The Affliction of Margaret
Dear Mom,
I haven’t had the chance to send a letter in a while I was captured by
the Snarlers. My soldiers and I were in the middle of a full on attack
on their base, it was going well they were down to what we thought was
their last line of defence. We nearly had the base taken but they had
called in reinforcements and sprung up behind us, it was their seventy
or more against our twenty. A hideous site, seventy of them all the
same, 6ft tall growling through gritted rows of tiny gritted teeth,
pointing their guns they look like dogs but with the tail of a
scorpion. They cuffed us and put us in vans, we all just sat their in
silence thinking of what was going to happen to us, torture
experiments or the arena.
About five hours later we were thrown out into camps me and my unit
were split up we were escorted by the Snarlers into the camp past huge
walls must have been thirty foot with massive gates although the wall
was made of stone the doors were wooden and had bars put across them
to lock them. We were put into rehabilitation is what they called it I
called it brain washing. I had been speaking to other prisoners who
were worn down after the brain washing they were planning a riot. We
had it all planned out as soon as everyone had got their soup in the
mess hall we’d start. It went brilliantly we all threw our soup over
them to burn them it did scold them and the howling, it sounded like a
pack of wolfs being slaughtered their were forty of us against eight
of them but as soon as they were scolded we took their guns and killed
them we had managed to steal a radio from one of them, we had stashed
the radio with one of the prisoners, because the ear bursting howls of
the Snarlers had attracted more. Alarms were going off all around us