Metal walls, airtight locks. I must be in some kind military compound, I realised. Now, for what exactly that was I had no idea.
I faced nearly ten men. To my utmost surprise all of them looked the same. The hairstyles and clothes differed. Builds betrayed varying lifestyles. Regardless, it was the same person looking at me from so many angles.
No. I breathed relief as another realisation finally reached me – they were merely brothers. Their barcodes just below the left collarbones were all individual just as they should have been. Something was wrong with my head to think otherwise.
"Whatcha starin’ at, Latest?" One of them felt offended by my intrusive lingering gaze as he was passing by.
Another guy with hair tied into cornrows threw a comb at the mouthy one, “Come on. Don’t be mean your brother.”
“Who’s mean to whom now, asshole?!” Big and menacing guy shouted back grouchily. The recipient just smiled hearte