Peter was incessantly scratching his feet. Bugs kept biting him during the night leaving red itchy bumps on them. Sometimes he'd scratch them so bad they would start to bleed and that felt even more uncomfortable. He would opt for rubbing the sores on his blanket but it took too long to relieve the itchiness and it frustrated him.<br/><br/>He was in a classroom bunking with about a dozen other kids, some from around his age others a bit older. All the windows were boarded up to protect the inside from rocks and other stuff gangs could throw at them, which is why its always dark even in the daytime. He didn't quite understand why they would do that, all he knew for sure was that they were bad people, gangs were bad people.<br/><br/>A soothing purr made Peter look at a spot below his knee and two large green eyes stared right at him. "Hello Mimi" he greeted picking the cat up and placing it on his lap stroking its head purring contentedly. Her full name was actually Meowgaret R. Howard, his mom had named her, and she was all Peter had after the plague.<br/><br/>"What have you been up to?" he asked her. She looked at him and meowed loudly. "Really more trouble huh? What about this time?" she stretched out and rubbed herself against his throat. "something about water?" she wrapped herself into a ball and after a few minutes started to snooze, Peter watched the cat's back rise and fall with every breath and his feet didn't feel itchy anymore.