As Zoe walked the dust fields, she knew they'd catch her again. It was only a matter of time till they noticed she was missing, but she longed to breathe the fresh air once again even if it was filled with debris. She hadn't seen the sun in months where she was kept. It was forbidden. Her legs grew weak, and gave out from under her, even though she was skinny, they could no longer carry her. Knowing the guards would beat her when she was found, she started crawling desperately to get as far away as she could.
"I can't give up. I won't be caged again. . . Keep moving, Zoe!" she said with her hoarse voice.
Her black hair blew in the wind becoming more and more soiled by the dust that was continually flying about. Her arms were covered in scars. She wore a thin tan tank top, which blended in with her skin; brown shorts with holes and tears in it; and a metal tracking device on her ankle. She didn’t wear a bra or shoes since it wasn’t permitted.
Her cracked lips quivered as she heard the guards getting closer and closer to her—there was nowhere to hide.
"Hey, you! Stop!" a guard in army like clothing called out to her.
Keep going Zoe. . . keep going.
Realizing the she wouldn't listen to him, he came over and pushed her head into the ground with his foot. Zoe's arms gave out and the last bit of strength she had left she used to feel the warmth of the ground one last time before being thrown into her cage.
"You pathetic, rebel. You people make me sick," the guard roared after he spat on her.
Her head convulsed, and her eyes became blurry. Zoe could no longer keep her eyes open to see the rest of the guards catch up. They came out of their cars and the commander talked to the head on his cellular device.
"Yes, sir, we've got her," was the last she heard from them while a few words escaped her mouth,
"Don't you. . . ever. . . give up, Zoe."