Connor left the trailer he and his siblings had been living in for the past nine months and made his way around the camp. His eyes scanned over the various people that passed him. NINE MONTHS. Most, if not all, were familiar to him. So it made his job easier in the case of keeping unwanted things out. When a body caught up with Connor, her turned his head to the side. “Can I help you with something? I was just going to--well-- get a head start on my shift. I got to sleep most of the day and now I’ve got a pretty bad crick in my neck.”















