"Logan tells us your name is Misty Panchak and that you were discovered outside the walls of New York city. Is that correct Miss Panchak?" The woman named Arturia asked as she sat at the table from across from me, opening the file and going over it.

I held back some spit as I slightly hesitated before I spoke remembering Chanel's advice."Yes, that is the... correct information."

"Alright, and what were you doing outside the walls of New York? Were you just a survivor or were you a resident of the city?" She asked, looking up from the file at me with a questioning expression.

"A resident, I was being a stupid reckless teenager and hopped the wall." I sighed thinking back to what had caused me to end up in Boise. God Misty you were such a fucking idiot, if you never hopped the wall you wouldn't be stuck in this interrogation room with 2 bitches who look older than time itself.

"You do stupid things you get terrible outcomes, if you never hopped that wall you wouldn't be sitting here and have to be interrogated or forgive me 'interview' you." The woman named Rona said, her arms crossed as she leaned against the wall nearby.

I stared at her and just lowered my head down. Arturia flipped the pages of the file. "What are the names of your parents Miss Panchak?"

I looked up at her as she asked the next question. "Christian and Kalyna Panchak." I said bluntly.

"Panchak? Seriously what kind of bullshit last name is that? Sounds similar to pancake." Rona replied with a chuckle.

Arturia looked up at her, seeming annoyed with her comment. I suppressed a scoff. "It's Ukrainian."

She looked over towards me and laughed again. "Still a bullshit last name. I feel sorry for you."

I had to reframe from telling her Winward was a shitty last name. I ultimately didn't respond as Arturia's voice came through once again, asking another question. "Any siblings?"

I reluctantly answered. "One. A sister."

"Older or younger?" Arturia asked, writing everything down with a ball point pen.

"Older."

"And her name?" She asked again looking from what she was writing down.

"Maria..." I reluctantly answered again. How many questions were they gonna ask?

"Alright, and Misty how old are you?" Arturia asked.

"17, almost 18." I replied, staring down at my hands.

"Any health problems? Or mental health problems we should be aware of? Anxiety, Adhd, OCD, all the usual." She asked as she continued to write.

I stared at her and shrugged. "None I am aware of."

She continued to write. Scribbling over and over again with the ballpoint pen. She set the pen down and then looked up at me. "Alright. Now that's settled I am going to have Rona take you down the hallway to get weighed and so we can record your height for record."

Rona pulled me up by my shoulder and shoved me forward. "Get going."

I nearly crashed into the table but Arturia caught me before that could happen. "You don't have to be so rough with all the new recruits Rona, they're children."

"Children we need." Rona replied as she walked out of the room first.

I looked at Arturia as she just pulled me back up with her arm and kept her arm on my shoulder as she directed me out of the room. She and Rona walked with me down the hallway towards a little outcove where a radiometer and a scale were waiting for me. "Take off your shoes and step on the scale."

I reluctantly complied as I slipped off my shoes and took a step into the scale. Rona leaned against it as the scale calculated my weight before me. The number finally showed up. 140 pounds.

"Oh they must feed you good in New York, all the girls or boys we bring in are either 110 or 120, you're a bit more of the plumpier side hon." Rona remarked with a laugh. I wanted to respond but kept silent remembering what Chanel told me.

Arturia stared up at Rona annoyed as she wrote my weight down on her paper with the pen. "Can you stop shaming people for their weight for once?"

Rona rolled her eyes at her and motioned for me to get off the scale. "Stand over there, stand up straight and we can get your height."

I nodded out of reluctance and stepped off the scale and stood back as straight as I could at the stadiometer. She slid the headpiece down and looked at the measurement on the side. "170.18 centimeters, 5 foot 7, you're short."

I sighed at her other remark as I saw Arturia roll her eyes at Rona and  write down the numbers. "Alright, now for the next thing is to get you cleaned up, Rona will take you to the showers to wash up and then another guard will escort you to the cafeteria and then you'll find out where who you'll be bunking with. Do I need to repeat this just in case you didn't hear something?"

I shook my head. "No."

She nodded and looked at Rona and her eyes averted back to me. She leaned close to my ear and whispered. "Forgive me for leaving you with her."

She then whirled herself around and walked away down the hall, her footsteps fading after a while. I looked back at Rona who had a smug grin plastered over her face. "Come on short girl, The shower is awaiting you."

As she turned I rolled my eyes and followed her out of reluctance. "So stupid, jumping that wall." I mumbled under my breath.

She didn't hear me and twirled the keys around in her finger, they jangled together making an annoying sound. We eventually came to a set of double gray doors at the end of the hallway painted and painted in red paint was the word showers. Think they would have a better paint job, it looked like a dog had paint on its ass and rubbed it across the door.

"You got 10 minutes, a change of clothes are in there." She turned and unlocked the doors and pushed one open. "Starting now."

I quickly went in as she unlocked the door and it slammed behind me. I heard her laugh outside the door. "Bitch." I muttered to myself as I looked around.

I saw a few showers divided by a few old curtains, a beige color. I sighed. "Guess this will have to do."

I turned the knob of the shower on and the old golden shower head trickled down with water. I nearly screamed as I felt the ice cold water fall onto me, soaking my shirt. I stepped away and let out another irritated sigh. I looked around again only seeing a half used bar of soap on the shelf building in the wall of the shower. "Oh god."

I certainly didn't want to fucking use a bar of soap used by god knows who. But I had no choice, I mean I could just get under the water.

I outstripped out of my clothes and threw off onto the tiled floor below, kicking them away towards a bench. I stepped under the showerhead again, the water was cold but not as cold as it was when I first turned it on.

I had to shower very quickly and managed to at least get somewhat clean in 6 minutes. The clock in the room signaled I only had less than 3 minutes to get dressed before Rona came in and did god knows what. I didn't have no towel so I was walking around naked now. Great.

I sighed as I looked around aimlessly for the change of clothes Rona mentioned. I looked around for a few more seconds before I spied a pile of black clothes on a bench that had seen better days. I walked towards the pile and picked up the shirt. It looked small, and I could see in gray marker someone wrote their name? Gertrude Getry? Guessing these clothes were hers, but what happened to her is a question?

I got dressed as fast as I could, pulling on my boots just as the door opened signaling Rona entering. "Good you're finished. Now move it."

She pointed towards the doors. I nodded reluctantly and walked out as she followed behind me. I saw the guard from the train, Gloria... "Escort her to the cafeteria."

"Yes mam." Gloria replied, she grabbed my shoulder and pulled me along with her towards the direction of wherever the cafeteria was.

I tried to keep up with her fast pace. She didn't even glance at me and just turning hallway after hallway. We finally came to a large room filled with wooden tables with red chairs. A lot of people were sat inside eating food off of trays and talking with one another, a lot of them looked ro be my age. A long line of people stood by the food bar where a few people dressed in hair nets were serving food.

"Go get something to eat. Can't have you starving to death. For today is stew and boiled potatoes." She said as she released my shoulder. "Your roommates are Frida Smith and Marci Monroe. They are sat over there. Get lunch first and then go get acquainted with them."

"Alright... thanks." I replied as I turned to look back at her. But she was already gone.

I sighed and turned back heading towards the lunch line. I was about to grab a tray when my hand touched a taller guys hand who reached for the same tray. He drew his hand back staring at me awkwardly. "Sorry about that."

I laughed feeling awkward. "No it was my fault."

He looked me down with a smile. "You must be a new recruit. I'm Jona Langley, you?"

"Its Misty... Misty Panchak."