Internment Jerks

There are a lot of reasons for people to end up in an internment camp (totally different from a prison by the way, because internment is supposed to be temporary, where as prison, more of a long term thing), usually its a government transition thing.  One is taking over and doesn't want to have to deal with dissenters not agreeing so they inter them until they either murder them off, or "reintigrate" them into society, and the later kill them (see another thing thats nice about prison, usually they aren't just keeping you there until they murder you, oh crap I just said something nice about prison.)

Molarin Internment camp was more like Molarin hell hole. Guard towers overlooked shanties that no one should ever have to live in, the walls were all ten feet tall wood monsters with spikes at the top, and you could smell the filth and decay from miles away.  I don't know how long people had been kept in this particular space, but I'm sure if you burned it to the ground with them inside, it would be considered sweet release. I was actually thankful the rain had stopped until the smell hit me, it was like a combination of wet garbage and shit, probably because it was. The camp had been built on a small plateau which made approaching it difficult, on top of that they had installed a bit of a moat/latrine around it (a smart idea, I mean who wants to cross an actual river of shit?).  The towers were located at the four corners and staffed by men with scoped rifles. I got the feeling the men were more there to guard the people inside then to prevent crazies like myself from trying to get inside.

I found most of my first day at Molarin was spent trying to size up an actual option for getting inside save just burning my way in and hoping for the best.  I could see a small draw bridge over the shit river, but while I was watching I saw no carts going in or leaving.  With a heavy sigh I set up a small camp to observe the camp, I figured I'd have a long wait ahead of me, which meant dealing with the smell permeating my clothes.  I've always thought my life was shit, I didn't exactly look forward to smelling like it.