It's the year 2038 and a deadly virus has consumed the world for more than 14 years.
In Denmark, an unknown politician took it upon himself to create a safe space from the infected. As long as you abide by the 8 Obligations, you are allowed to live...
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Fourteen days in isolation. Every day more boring than the previous. The only thing there is to do in here, is talking to yourself. But that gets dull pretty quick. At least I'm on day 14 now.
"Dinner is ready."
The protector opens the slit in the door and pushes the tray halfway in. I reach out and grab it before he pushes the entire thing through, causing it to drop to the ground.
"I wouldn't call this dinner..." I mumble as I carry the tray with me to my bunk.
"This isn't section A, sweetheart. You better get used to slumming with the rest of us."
The protector grins loudly and closes the slid again.
Sweetheart.... Fuck you...
Looking down at the greyish goo in front of me, I almost feel like vomiting. At least it doesn't really have a scent because the appearance of it is disgusting enough on its own. So is the taste and the texture. I gag slightly as I begin to eat. We aren't given utensils, so I eat with my fingers. The mash runs slowly between my fingers as I scoop it up and put it in my mouth. I try not to taste it and only swallow it down fast. But I'm not always successful.
I try to focus on the fact that it's protein and that it keeps the hunger at bay, but I can't stop myself from thinking about that it is made from insects. I breathe through my nose as I swallow it down. And then concentrate on keeping it down.
Who would have thought I could miss living with my Master and his Wife...? But I do. I know my life isn't perfect there, and I have to endure a lot, but at least I get to eat something other than mashed up insects. And it scares me a little that the protector insinuated that I would have to stay here in section C.
I place the bowl back on the tray and knock on the door to signal that I'm done.
After a few seconds, the slit opens up.
"Already done, Princess?"
That guy annoys me. He has been picking on me ever since I came here. And I've had enough. As he reaches in and grabs the tray, I pull it back fast enough, so his arm goes through the slit. Before I can think about what I'm doing, I sink my teeth into his arm. His screams rings through the entire block.
Two other protectors pull him away from the door and I let go of him. With a devious grin on my face, I spit out the blood.
"Did you enjoy that, you son of a bitch?!" I yell at him. "Don't ever call me princess anymore!"
"Filthy little shit!" one of the other protectors opens up the door and pulls out his taser.
This is going to hurt like hell, but it was worth it.
