CHAPTER 4 (WIP/CANCELLED/WTV)

Julia and Aisha sat in a small, cramped and cold tent as the two dwelled in their own thoughts with the occasional crunching of boots trampling the dirt outside. As silence overwhelmed the tent’s surroundings, hate grew within Aisha. 

Her husband wasn’t there for her. 

Lilly is dead for all she knows. 

They had taken almost everything from her sister. 

This hate started to grow the more she thought about it, the hate began to overwhelm her mind and thoughts as she compressed her hands into fists in a suppressed rage that crashed against the walls of her morality like furious waves that punched a beach shore. The navy-blue banners of the G.O.N with it’s symbol depicting a that were carried by soldiers who ripped and gored relatives she once knew rippled within her mind until a hand laid upon her shoulder and interrupted the aggressive thoughts that filled Aisha’s head. She looked up at the person, who was Julia wearing a torn backpack, as she breathed deeply until Julia said,

“Are you okay? You were staring at nothing for a good minute,” Aisha smiled and nodded in response as Julia ruffled her hair and began to crawl out of the tent, 

“Don’t treat me like your baby!” Aisha shouted as Julia was about to fully crawl out; she heard a mocking laugh from Julia and was left alone when she zipped the tent door close behind herself.

Julia looked around the refugee camp after she left her tent, it was large but mostly spacious with different communities of tents that clumped in different spots around the camp. She began to walk to a particularly large community with a food truck-like structure that sat in the center of the community with smoke bellowing from the structure, Julia sniffed the air and smelling the flavors of roasted beans and pork then she smiled as she quickened her pace towards the community. When she arrived, she waded through tents and makeshift huts and passed by different people wearing dirty or ragged clothes until she had arrived to the structure and took in the smell of the roasted beans and pork, she spotted a line that formed infront of a window and quickly walked to it and stood at it’s farthest end. As she waited, she took a look around the community and at the abundance of tents that disorderly sat around then at the people that walked around: some had pets that walked by them, some were children who played using sticks or old and dirty toys, the majority looked cold and tired with most having dark bags under their eyes after long sleepless nights and everyone had some form of dirty aspect on them. Julia frowned at the sight but looked ahead towards the end of the line and sighed as it barely moved until she saw two soldiers push through the front of the line and stand infront of the window where a sweaty man wearing a tight and stained apron k