"Everyone! Cue orderly!" A man dressed in a business shouts as he stands taller than everyone else, on a wooden stool that barely supported his weight. "Chop! Chop! Hurry up!" He moves the slow crowd forward.
"Checkpoint A1." Anais takes a deep breath. He's wearing an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts. "Here goes nothing." He blends into the seemingly endless crowd that stretched for miles.
The checkpoint area inbetween district A and district B.
"Young boy, what is your purpose?" An older gentlemen places his hand on Anais' shoulder.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm trying to leave this shithole people call a home." Anais slowly walks forward, going along with the rest of the crowd.
"Where are your parents?" The older gentlemen asks.
"My parents?" Anais replies without any hesitation. "They're dead."
"Well, you do realise in order to migrate you need to have a parent with you right?" The man reminds Anais.