CHAPTER 112

The noise of people chattering echoed the walls, hitting their tympanic membrane as they walked through the door and shut it behind them. Children ran around the farm naked or half-naked, barefoot, spreading strays of straw into the air as they played with the foliage. The brown color of the leaf signified that the farmers were already harvesting their crops. Apart from the dried plants, nothing stood for miles. The farm was a circle, surrounded on every corner by stones and black rock. Even the sky was hidden with the artificial atmosphere that had been created to save them from the eyes of the government and to also remind the children of what the outside world looks like and also to show them that the outside world was not worth dying for.