Of the eighty-six hundred people of the camp twenty-two hundred had been under the age of eighteen."You bastards'd better run. When Admiral Thompson g...ts here, he is going to feed you all to the T'Lari." Now Miss MacEwen, if he did show up here, then you bet he will be joining all of you in here."Turning, Sandra looked into the eyes of the sixty-eight year old two-star general who was in charge of this hellhole. Her blood boiled at how she wanted to wipe that smirk off his face but knew she. It being unheated the food should last.day 33I feel ready to crawl into a hole and drag in the dirt behind me. I never knew cutting wood was so hard. I have cut three trees today and dragged them to camp with the aid of Small Ear. Enough for now.day 40It gets no better. This shall be a very, very long winter.day 45The spots before my eyes are leaving. It is hard work, yet I do not still wish to die at the end of the day. Mary looks concerned whenever she looks at me. Samantha just keeps busy.. But I figured I had to move sometime, so after a moment I cautiously raised my head.With my eyes having had time to adjust to the night, I could see I was on a gravel roof, with air conditioning vents and hoods scattered around an otherwise featureless surface. I felt a bit of stinging pain in my chin, where I had picked up some nice gravel indentations, but otherwise I seemed to be OK — no fur, no tits, no donkey ears, nothing that would suggest Victor had done anything funny to me. I even. No abduction, however efficient, could be carried out without leaving anytraces at all, she reasoned, and so, Scully tried to convince herself, theauthorities would inevitably find and rescue her shortly. All she had to do wassurvive long enough to be rescued, she reminded herself, and her FBI trainingmeant that she knew exactly what kind of behaviour was required to keep thepsychos who had kidnapped her from killing her for as long as possible. With her initial panic passing, Scully began to.