Savannah Churchill wore a scared look on her face as she was led to a seemingly transparent truck. There were chains on her ankles and wrists, and a man had a gun  pointed at her head.She was still wearing the now dirty, white nightgown that she had been wearing one week ago, when she had been arrested. Her very obvious burn scars showed through the almost clear, short nightgown. She had been held in a dark cell for a week. Her breathing was quick and shallow, her light, usually playful yellow eyes darkened with fear. But still, she looked straight ahead. There were at least 17 others in the truck, all at least 2 years older than herself. They all had cuff son their wrists, and they seemed to be chained together. Some had white lines on their faces, and others like Savannah, had a large black X across their throat. 

Too late, Savannah realized that she had stopped. The guard hit her with the butt of his gun, and said in a rough voice, "Move little girl! Unless you want your insides to be splattered across the pavement!" at this last bit he smiled a bit, and Savannah understood. She had been feeling like beating someone into the ground all day, and this guard was no exception to that. She grit her teeth and began awkwardly walking again, this time getting on to the truck and being chained to the other teenagers. Like she had assumed, they all were older than her, and all gave her strange looks, probably related to her height. 

After a little while, the anger again began to overtake her again, and she looked away from the others. Instead, she stared out of the window, looking at the ugly land passing by. To her, this country had been ugly, compared to the rolling, beautiful pastures of Ireland. But, all that was gone now, obliterated by Dreamcatcher's creatures. She still stared at the land rolling past. But soon enough, the truck jerked to a halt. She was confused for a moment, until she saw two of the Precursors, fighting monsters. Her eyes grew wide, remembering carnage she had witnessed years ago. But soon enough, the truck sped off, whipping her neck to the back of the seat. She gasped at this sudden departure. 

At least two hours later, they arrived at what was an imposing, unforgiving structure. Just like the rest of the country, it was absolutely ugly. The guards signaled for the prisoners to stand, and as did the rest of them, she did. They were herded into a containment cell underground, where they were crowding into a bunch. Guns were aimed at them from all directons, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying or screaming. A pinched woman came into the room, introducing herself as Lina Zhang. She began talking about them in an increasingly morbid sense, sounding quite strict. A boy spoke up, then a girl. As the girl slipped her cuffs, Savannah kept her head down.

But those small rebellions gave her inspiration. She smirked, realizing what she could say and what she would say. It was an Irish curse, so offensive her mama had never allowed her to use it. As she had horrid English, she'd have to say it in Irish, but no matter. This should be a funny sight to see. 

[i][color=Crimson]"Ma ithis, nar chacair!"[/color][/i] the petite young girl shouted loudly. In English, it meant 'If you eat, that may you not shit!'