He was thirsty from all the work, not to mention tired. Soldiers were almost whipping them to be faster, but he stood with ease knowing that the barricades were almost done. Some old fellow fell on the ground from weakness. They were working for a day without food and with a one glass of water. Soldiers shouted angerly, but the man was to weak to get up, he tried to but fell down. In the end soldiers took the old man to the warehouse where probably they will torture him. Cliff was helpless to act even if he wanted to. He continued until finally their duty for today was over.

He sat on the ground to take a breath and took a paper from his pocket alonside with his pen and wrote: "One more day of work passed in this living hell. Fortunately still no signs of infected. All I see are corrupted people's heats and minds. I hope it will end someday, this thing what we call a modern today. Barricades are finished I hope I will get a day break, but I doubt it. I need a cigaret, but I quit some time ago now. What a foolish thing to do."

He sat on a ground for a while deep breathing until the soldiers didn't send him away.