It was all different.
It had been ever since the silence took over. They were watching, watching everywhere. They had spies; animals, crows that flew overhead and perched on trees, watching you; rats that lay in the shadows, staring at you with red, beady eyes; fish that swam the lakes, monitoring you and reporting to the silence. No one knew much about them, except that people have gone missing from time to time, never to be seen again. The town’s people of Panithisim suspected the Silence for such things- but no one dared to challenge them. For they knew it held certain death. Patrols walked the streets, making sure everyone stuck to the nightfall curfew. They watched everyone closely and made sure the people were not breaking Silence law. They also searched every person leaving and entering the town; they had checks at the gates and most people were not allowed leave Panithisim for the guards suspected dealings and such outside the city. Watchtowers surrounded the city district high above the grey forest that surrounded of Panithisim which the guards hid in anticipation of those who may venture there, as the grey forest was out of bounds. Guards wore shiny black boots and large grey and white coats with big brass buttons. They crunched through the ice and snow in the winter season as the earth remained frozen deep into spring, and it was the winter months now, late into November. The high watchtower standing ten-thousand feet, high above the grey forest was built of stone, deserted, all the water dried up. No one ventures past the grey forest, as it is out of bounds. The Silence will punish those who dare to break the law. Rusted iron ladders clung to the walls, years out of use… What the Silences didn’t know was- It would become the Rebel Base.