A Slave's Thoughts, Her Past and the New Life She Could Look Forward to

Day 42 – 2:03 PM – Mountain Base, Mount Malabito, General Nakar, Quezon

Everyone had just finished eating lunch and spending some free time before continuing their work. Near the small river where clean water was flowing from the spring, one of the new inhabitants that arrived last night sat alone. She was one of the slaves Mark brought here from Death Valley Settlement and one of those that had already forsaken trying to witness the future.

Tullia Ocampo. That was her name. One of the three slaves Mark had helped first after he arrived at the settlement under that storm. Her curly hair was waist long and she had a lean body with traces of malnutrition. She had a small cute face and she had intelligent looking eyes. Unfortunately, those eyes showed the extent of suffering she had before.

She was blankly looking at her reflection on the flowing water while her experiences in the past weeks played in her mind.