We’ve surrendered. Opened the floodgates to let the ex-cons in. They’ve established themselves within the building, finding everything their hearts desired under one roof. Not just supplies but also people to dominate. We were separated — men, women and children on different levels. Thanks to my military tattoos, I was singled out along with a few others, beaten, and put in solitary confinement with some bruised ribs. Resisting would have been futile. Should’ve left when there was still time. Now I need to find a way out. I’ll need help and here my only allies are Those Who Stayed.