Sleeping was hard, first of all, the chaotic resemblance of my cell.
Being a prisoner of war was not fun although this thought is quite very much obvious.
Escaping was a long shot; this prison was infested with guards. This might come as a surprise to you, but none of us prisoners really wanted to escape anyway.
This prison wasn’t built to keep us in, it was built to keep the others out. The ones with the flare, gone insane and left to fend for themselves. Don’t look at me, I’m just a walking terror, blame the Earth.
Wars were fought over this, flare, and had ended, in chaos.