Part 1: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/450666578/ They told us we were going to a better place. they told us we would be better. Lies. All of them. We had to walk to where ever we were going. It was FREEZING cold outside I could have sworn I saw Icicles forming on my chest. Especially since part of the journey was through the water. My feet were nearly frozen, making it even harder to walk. On top of having nothing to eat for the last 3 days. I have gotten skinnier since I have been at the camp. My tracking device on my ear got ripped off. But at least the infection couldn't spread anymore. The gash I got at the camp had scabbed, but it had also gotten infected. All the fur I still have is now matted. I can see a furnace out in the distance. They were burning chambers, to burn the bodies of cats like me. Ashes fell from the sky and looked like snow. I even saw another prisoner stick out his tongue and catch one. But I didn't have the heart to tell them they were the ashes of poor cats. The ashes fogged my lungs and my throat began to close. I continued with shallow breaths and frozen toes for the rest of the walk.
