Tayna was surprised to see how few buildings there were at the internment camp. A couple of large wooden huts stood each side of the tall wire gates. A high perimeter fence topped with four strands of razor wire extended some way each side of the entrance to where rudimentary watch towers stood at which points the fence presumably turned away.
The guard at the gate stood watching without emotion as the prisoners slowly struggled the last few yards towards him. Most other consignments had arrived piled onto farm carts or in the backs of lorries, this was the first time an escort had managed to get the their charges to struggle all the way on foot. As the guard pressed a button by the gate the Sergeant apologised for losing two of the eight convicts. “Don’t worry, most of the other groups lost more than that before giving up and requisitioning some transport” the guard replied.
