Even though Patricia's fear had started to turn into curiosity, it still seemed safer not to say anything, so she nodded obediently and followed him. After a few steps, caution vanished, and her mouth started talking all by itself. "It's a big ship. And empty."
Her warder stared straight ahead, andfor several seconds she thought he wouldn't answer. "Yes. It can hold over 2000 troops and almost as many prisoners."
"How many are here now?"
Turning his head to stare at her, his eyes seemed cold again, and his tone of voice made it clear the discussion was over. "You and me. Stop asking so many questions."
She stopped to stare, mouthing, "WOW,"but Travis didn't wait. He was already moving forward and she had to run again to catch up with him.
When he eventually did stop, he nodded towards a door. "You can stay in here. There are clothes in the closet. Behave."
There were so many things she wanted to say, so many questions to ask, but one thing stabbed harder at her mind than everything else. It was just too creepy. "Clothes from other prisoners?"
She paused, and forced the question overher lips. "Dead prisoners?"
Travis shrugged. "They're clothes."
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