144 Concentration Camp (1/2)

I was given a lax pat down . .

The kingdom of Oriana was in a state where war could break as early as tomorrow . They obviously don't have time to spare for a mob like me . .

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I had a mana sealing collar put on me and was taken to a large building . .

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”You'll be staying in this camp . ”.

”Camp?”.

”Lord Doem is in the process of purging the Royalists . Prisons are all full . ”.

”I see . ”.

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”Well, good luck, kid . Whether you can live or die in here all depends on your choices . ”.

”Huh, what choi—”.

The soldier guiding me put on a knowing grin, opened the large iron door and shoved me inside . .

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The door was shut behind me with a thud as I took in my surroundings . .

What I'd been imagining was some dreary, medieval-fantasy dungeon of solid stone, but this was certainly not that . .

In very few words, it was a big courtyard surrounded by tall walls . .

The floor was paved with stone, and the place was packed with prisoners . .

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Some of them looked to be sleeping in tattered clothes, some just sat there with dead eyes and looked at me . Still others were standing in groups, discussing something or other . Seems they've made factions here . .

Our jailors stood atop the tall walls, overseeing everything . .

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Actually, those walls looked like they had rooms attached to them . The prisoners seemed to be granted free entry into them . .

Not as rigid as I'd imagined . .

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First of all, I needed to secure a place to sleep . I began walking with that purpose in mind . .

And, ”Ho, newcomer . ”.

Came a voice from the side . .

I turned to see a tall, thuggish man with unkempt hair . My internal Bandit Radar began tingling right away . .

I was 100% positive . This guy was a bandit . .

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”You are…?”.

”The name's Zack . Long story short, I'm a nice guy who teaches new blood like you how it works around here . ” Said Zack, eyeing me like prey . .

”M-my name's Cid . Thank you so much, I really don't know what to do…”.

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”I feel ya, buddy . Them fuzz catch you and throw you in here and there's nothin' you can do about it . I totally get that you're scared . ” Zack said while patting my shoulder . .

He then closed in and whispered so only I could hear, ”Listen, Cid . Food, bed, fun, none of that's equal in this here camp . Look over there . ”.

Zack pointed at a group of people huddled in a corner . All of them looked thin, ragged . .

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”The people in this camp are largely divvied up into 3 groups . Those ones you see over there are the worst off and also has the most people . They're what we call the Trash . Useless trash who aren't worth a d.a.m.n . They get a few gulps of water and even less food . Just waiting to die . They're trash who have no power, or smarts, or even info… Now, look over there . ”.

Next, Zack pointed at a group of people who were standing and talking amongst each other . .

”Those are the Royalists . They're all idiots who went against Lord Doem and are now in here . They get the bare minimum food and bed . They're also our targets . ”.

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”Our?”.

”Yeah, our group . The Doem Camp . We got people who betrayed the Royalists to people like me, actual criminals . Us in the Doem Camp gets good food, comfy bedding, and a few other, privileges . ”.

”… Privileges?”.

”I'll give you and example . You see, they don't give one d.a.m.n if he beat and kill any of the Trash— like this!” Zack kicked down a nearby man . .

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The ragged man cried out and ran away, and the guards on the walls watched the whole thing happen . .