As I opened the gate with the bolt cutters I slowly walked in. A large group of people stood before me. They were wearing the same clothes, and they were starved to the point you could see their bones creased behind the skin. A man no older than twenty dragged his feet towards me. He stood in front of me and gave me a hug—he was crying. I didn’t know what to do. I kept repeating, “It’s okay.” After about two minutes he let me go, and the man walked off crying. I continued to walk to a building that looked like it was built into the ground. I opened the door and immediately put my hand over my mouth because of the stench I smelled. I turned on my flashlight and saw the people living inside it, starved as well.