It's a place. We don't know where, exactly, or why we're here. All we know is what's inside. It's the only place that we've been. It's loaded with kids, all around the same age. There's hundreds of us, but we've been divided. No other group can see another. The ones who have, we've never heard of, again. Most of us believe they are dead. Some others, they were redirected. If you take a walk around, you discover what every whisper in the corner is about. All we want to do is ease the strict laws down. All we want to do is have one normal day of our lives. All we want to do is find a way out of here, and without any harm done. ___________________________________________________________ But, what we want, is basically impossible, right? They have tracking implants, stored inside of us. They know every place to go. They know what it's like outside. Someone would be fairly lucky, if they came out, with just a broken leg. Or, thinking higher, if they could bring another person outside. I would of never guessed that I could be that extra person.