I look at Carol as shocked as the rest.
"We don't want your children! I don't have the face of a serial killer, even less so the one of a child killer. So let's sit down and talk like normal people."
For the first time since I met him, he doesn't have a smirk on his face. He is pale and his hands are shaking. I follow his eyes and see he looks at the children. I put one hand on his shoulder and force him to look at me. He calms down, but I don't dare to ask him anything.
The people put their weapons down slowly. They don't seem very confident at first but after a few moments of thinking over they sit down obediently. They are as weak as the woman. And they are dressed in the same type of dirty clothes.
We ask them about this place, about them.
They answer briefly, always seeming to
