Experiment Number 7218

Chapter 1: I'm Next

Chapter 1: I'm Next

(Authors Note: I'd like to dedicate this part to: ThatBookCoverCreator for creating my cover for me! Thank you!)

Brittany's POV, current time:

All I can hear is the loud ring of silence. It's broken only once a day, when a small portion meal comes through a slot that is immediately sealed after. It's dark. Nothing but black.

I lost count of the days at 127. I don't know where I am, I've only heard one thing. I overheard them say, "The North field was overran, it's complete chaos over there. These will take an extensive amount of time to get to." I can only assume she meant me when she said "These." I don't know who they are, and I don't know what they want.

All there is to do is sit here, my back leaned against the cold metal behind me. My body aches every once in a while due to the hardness of the concrete ground. After a few weeks, my eyes began to adjust to the dark.

I can make out the small five by five room, the large silver door with multiple bolts in it, and the small slot on the door that food slides through on the ground. They made the door silver so I wouldn't touch it. I don't know what they are, but they obviously know what we are.

I haven't seen my appearance in a long time, but I can feel how big I've gotten. It tells me I've been here longer than the days that I've counted. Yet I don't know how that's possible.

I don't remember much, all I know is I woke up here. I tried to listen to the, what I assume are, people, but the walls won't allow me to hear anything.

Sometimes when they open that slot, I hear things I shouldn't. Things that make me cringe. I hear them, for a few short seconds, open someones door. Whoever they were put up a fight. It's slightly comforting knowing I'm not alone.

Then again, it's quite distressing not knowing who that person is. Maybe it's Ashton, maybe it's my mother. Maybe someone from the Pack. I've heard the doors open three times, and every time it gets closer and louder.

Meaning mine will open soon. I don't know rather to be excited I'm getting out, or petrified about where I'm going.

I shifted in here, about, I guess three months ago. Of course, I can't see my Wolf. She talks to me sometimes, we keep each other company. We haven't been talking lately, though.

I stretch the ache out of my body and stand. Sometimes I will walk circles in the room, having nothing else to do. I remember one day I bumped my arm on the door and yelped. It looked like I had branded my arm.

What confused me is when they gave me a cream for my burn with my food that day. That's how I established they have a camera, and I can only assume a microphone, in here that I can't see. I had purposely grabbed the door a few times and never received anything for that. But, that time was an accident. Yet, the accident seemed to effect my arm worse than the time I grabbed it purposely. It seems that they don't want me to get sick.

I've noticed the schedule on who brings our food. They're usually talking when they open the slot, that's how I know the gender of the person. A woman brings the food, a man collects it. The man seems to be nicer than the woman.

Right on time, it opens emitting a bright light, forcing me to look away. I hear the clatter, then it quickly shuts. They should be back in about ten minutes. I eat the small amount of chicken and carrots, drink down the cup of water and sit beside the slot.

I hold the flimsy plastic tray in my lap, waiting for it to open. We're supposed to leave it in front of the slot for them to grab, like I was told through the slot the day I awoke, but I'm not this time.

The slot opens and he reaches to grab it with his glove covered hand, he feels around for a minute, then say's, "Seventy-two eighteen, give me your tray."

So that's my name in here. 7218.

I grab his wrist before he withdraws it from the slot, causing him to tense. I don't pull, and I don't push him away. I don't hear the commotion outside, meaning it's probably just him.

"Am I next?" I ask, my voice slightly hoarse from not speaking for so long.

He lets out a sigh and relaxes a little. I keep my eyes squinted to avoid letting the light hurt my eyes too much.

"Yes." He replies. His voice is uneven, almost like he doesn't like the thought of it either.

I let go and hand him my tray. He purposely knocks the cup over while pulling it out, making it fall back inside my room. He sticks his hand back in and says, "I have a daughter, so I know how worried you are."

I hand him the cup and he says one final thing, "Your mother, Nora, she's on the right. Beside you, next pod over. She's safe for now."

The slot then slams shut and I can't comprehend what he just said. She's safe... for now. She's right next to you. She's going to be next after me.

I stand up and slam my fist on the right wall and yell, "Mom!" Of course I get no reply. She can't hear me because of the sound proofing.

I'm next.