p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"Oh God./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"Feliciano felt his exhaustion from being abruptly woken up fade completely as he looked up at the menacing building. It spread across the lush, tree-covered landscape like a big ugly scar. It extended as wide as Feliciano could see, and was around eleven stories tall. Lights set in increments along the outside wall illuminated the ground below where they hung, just barely. Feliciano turned to his brother at his side, needing something else to look at./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"Lovino was looking out his window again, even though they were no longer moving. He was shaking, only barely though. The younger brother opened his mouth, thinking of how to start a conversation, but gave up after being unable to do so./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"It was all because of the War of 2023, seventy one years earlier. Thanks to that, 1/8 of the Earth became uninhabitable, and 1/3 of the population was wiped out. Despite the drastic drop in population, food and housing became an issue, and a new system was implemented for criminals. That system brought with it the Farms, large areas where criminals would serve a maximum of twenty years harvesting and planting crops. A life of hard labour was not something that either weak Vargas boy had looked forward to./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"This can't be happening./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"He knew that what was happening was no longer a dream. It was reality. It was his reality. Even so, he didn't want to have to face it. No, he couldn't face it. This reality was too overwhelming, too wrong. It was too scary./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"He watched the two police men out of the corner of his eye as they turned from the lit doorway and headed back to the car./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;""Lovino!" He whispered to his brother in a horrified tone. "They're coming."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"God please, have it be a mistake. Let them apologize, send us back home, please let those evenings by the fire place and days of food fights not have to end yet!/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"The older brother didn't look from the window as the two men approached. They drew closer, and the taller of the two walked over to Lovino's side, while the younger-looking one went to Feliciano. In unison, they opened the doors on either side. The younger Italian swallowed the horrified bile in his throat and got himself out of the car. The man slammed the door behind him and grabbed onto Feliciano's right arm./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"His knees shook as he was escorted past the car and ever towards the doorway of the Farm./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"It was warm, he noted. Almost too warm. His hair clung to his neck, and his white T-shirt and shorts clung to him due to sweat. He hadn't noticed he was sweating. The night gave no safety from the hot and humid climate. What would it be like in the middle of the day, with the sun bearing down on him?/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"Feliciano stumbled as he hurried along the uneven path, heading towards what would most likely be his grave. The door to the building stayed open and bathed in light, but the figure inside of it was gone./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"It felt almost surreal. Walking into the air conditioned building with a dirty grey carpet and cement walls. Past cells the size of large living rooms filled with around five people sleeping on bunk beds that ran across the left-most wall. They were much bigger than he'd expected, bigger even than the house the brothers had lived in with their parents before it happened. On the wall to the left of each cell was a plate with a name like Cell A-1 or B-6. The hallway reached to C-9 and came to a metal door with a scanner and keypad next to it. The guard holding the youngest sibling let go of him and walked up to it, assuming that he wouldn't run. He was right. Even if Feliciano had tried, the door to the Farm had close automatically and required a key card of sorts to get back out./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"In fact, all of the doors in and out of the Farm needed key cards-held only by guards and other workers-to open, as well as a four digit number, finger print scan, and face scan./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"The door at the end of the hall opened and Feliciano walked through the door, where the guard grabbed his arms behind his back once again, and led him into a large circular room with doors plastered along the walls. Each one was made of metal and had a keypad and scanner. There were eight doors in all, and the brothers were ushered into the one to their right. It was a much shorter hallway, with less cells on the walls, and a wooden door at the end as opposed to a metal one. They were lead nine cells in, and stopped in front of cell Z-9. The last one. The barred door was unlocked by Feliciano's guard once again and pulled open, and the boys pushed inside, hand cuffs still on. The door slammed shut, was locked again, and the hallway light was turned off. Immediately the boys were thrust into complete and utter darkness./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"Feliciano felt his exhaustion from being abruptly woken up fade completely as he looked up at the menacing building. It spread across the lush, tree-covered landscape like a big ugly scar. It extended as wide as Feliciano could see, and was around eleven stories tall. Lights set in increments along the outside wall illuminated the ground below where they hung, just barely. Feliciano turned to his brother at his side, needing something else to look at./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"Lovino was looking out his window again, even though they were no longer moving. He was shaking, only barely though. The younger brother opened his mouth, thinking of how to start a conversation, but gave up after being unable to do so./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"It was all because of the War of 2023, seventy one years earlier. Thanks to that, 1/8 of the Earth became uninhabitable, and 1/3 of the population was wiped out. Despite the drastic drop in population, food and housing became an issue, and a new system was implemented for criminals. That system brought with it the Farms, large areas where criminals would serve a maximum of twenty years harvesting and planting crops. A life of hard labour was not something that either weak Vargas boy had looked forward to./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"This can't be happening./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"He knew that what was happening was no longer a dream. It was reality. It was his reality. Even so, he didn't want to have to face it. No, he couldn't face it. This reality was too overwhelming, too wrong. It was too scary./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"He watched the two police men out of the corner of his eye as they turned from the lit doorway and headed back to the car./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;""Lovino!" He whispered to his brother in a horrified tone. "They're coming."/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"God please, have it be a mistake. Let them apologize, send us back home, please let those evenings by the fire place and days of food fights not have to end yet!/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"The older brother didn't look from the window as the two men approached. They drew closer, and the taller of the two walked over to Lovino's side, while the younger-looking one went to Feliciano. In unison, they opened the doors on either side. The younger Italian swallowed the horrified bile in his throat and got himself out of the car. The man slammed the door behind him and grabbed onto Feliciano's right arm./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"His knees shook as he was escorted past the car and ever towards the doorway of the Farm./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"It was warm, he noted. Almost too warm. His hair clung to his neck, and his white T-shirt and shorts clung to him due to sweat. He hadn't noticed he was sweating. The night gave no safety from the hot and humid climate. What would it be like in the middle of the day, with the sun bearing down on him?/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"Feliciano stumbled as he hurried along the uneven path, heading towards what would most likely be his grave. The door to the building stayed open and bathed in light, but the figure inside of it was gone./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"It felt almost surreal. Walking into the air conditioned building with a dirty grey carpet and cement walls. Past cells the size of large living rooms filled with around five people sleeping on bunk beds that ran across the left-most wall. They were much bigger than he'd expected, bigger even than the house the brothers had lived in with their parents before it happened. On the wall to the left of each cell was a plate with a name like Cell A-1 or B-6. The hallway reached to C-9 and came to a metal door with a scanner and keypad next to it. The guard holding the youngest sibling let go of him and walked up to it, assuming that he wouldn't run. He was right. Even if Feliciano had tried, the door to the Farm had close automatically and required a key card of sorts to get back out./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"In fact, all of the doors in and out of the Farm needed key cards-held only by guards and other workers-to open, as well as a four digit number, finger print scan, and face scan./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"The door at the end of the hall opened and Feliciano walked through the door, where the guard grabbed his arms behind his back once again, and led him into a large circular room with doors plastered along the walls. Each one was made of metal and had a keypad and scanner. There were eight doors in all, and the brothers were ushered into the one to their right. It was a much shorter hallway, with less cells on the walls, and a wooden door at the end as opposed to a metal one. They were lead nine cells in, and stopped in front of cell Z-9. The last one. The barred door was unlocked by Feliciano's guard once again and pulled open, and the boys pushed inside, hand cuffs still on. The door slammed shut, was locked again, and the hallway light was turned off. Immediately the boys were thrust into complete and utter darkness./p