It's almost that day again.
You see, every couple of weeks, everyone has to hide in a four story building out to the west of the compound. If we don't we...
we get taken.
We get taken by one of our masters.
We like to call them The Flock.
Always chirping, always cawing, always singing.
I don't know what happens if they take us.
Nobody has been caught outside during one of their raids before.
I don't ever want to know. They give me a bad feeling.
Bad feelings, bad mojo, bad deal; no deal.
I hope the two new arrivals don't get caught in the storm.