The endless scream has woken me up again but this time the scream seems more quite, what it seems like a person has screamed for so long they had lost their voice, yet they continued screaming. As that time I lifted up my head, on my left is what seemed to be construction tools with blood on their tips. The room smelled like blood that has been left there for a while. As I turned my head to the right the next thing I knew was and guard with and white apron punched me, and screaming in my ears of what seems to be “WHY DID YOU CROSSED THE BORDER?” the guard seems hostile. I answered in a whispered tone as I was exhausted “to—o-o get food, officer.” The officer seems more enraged and he grabbed a knife on the table on his right and swiped across
