I hate this country so damned much.

Ezra, Zoe, and I went to the camp to pick up our food supplies, and on our way back, these Ruritarian officers stopped us. At first they chatted with us, but they quickly jumped into what they wanted. They asked Ezra to go with them, so he gave me and Zoe the food he was carrying, and then they handcuffed him and made him get into their car. By this time, I was freaking out, so I yelled/asked them where they were taking him, and they said there's a small detainment about 20 km north of here. Zoe broke down, dropped her bags and started crying. I thought I was dreaming because I couldn't believe what was happening. Why would they just take him without letting us know why.

Zoe and I ran home as best we could (the food was quite challenging between the two of us) and then I ran to find my dad at work. I told him what happened and he said he knew where the place that they took Ezra was located. He went back home immediately and drove out to the detainment centre.

I needed to get out of the house, as my mom almost passed out at hearing the news. Zoe's attending to her. I just can't handle the stress of her (we're still not on the best of terms) and what's happened to my brother all at once.

I should head back home now - although I doubt my dad's back. With or without Ezra even.