I looked up with a wince as the speaker screeched, grabbing everyone's attention to the front of the room where a man stood with a microphone. I frowned as he spoke and turned to gesture at the General.
"Not sure, it doesn't seem like it." I murmured in response to Daisy's whisper. 
I sat still, my fork in my right hand lingering over my plate as we all waited for some sort of explanation, one that we'd all been waiting for ever since we had arrived. 
Were they shutting the camp down and decided to feed us generously so we wouldn't be too mad? Or were they sending us all out on a suicide mission, one last delicious meal before our deaths. I didn't know, wasn't sure if I wanted too. Either way, I had a bad feeling.