"What the fu-" I cut myself off, holding my breath as Estelle shifts in her sleep. I stay stiff as a board for a few minutes, making sure the little blonde is asleep before humming quietly as I shift around. You think I'd be used to this by now, being here for almost four months now. The little girl frowns but eventually I'm able to get out of the pillow we cut open to sleep in. Well, I cut it open. More like ripped it open, but whatever. I pad over to the small hole in the wall, shoving the metal up quietly and taking stock of what's in the hatch. Water bottles, a sixty four pack, cigarettes, what the hell, alchohol, great, I can tell at least five of the men and women here are alcoholics, and two packages of granola bars.
I raise a brow at the backpack I find way in the back of the small area. The metal thing can easily be considered a closet. I keep one leg outside of the container, not trusting it to not close on me if I'm entirely inside. I grab the large dark grey backpack and yank it back, jumping out when a clicking noise starts coming from the metal door. As I suspected, as soon as no body part was under the door the metal shutter snaps down ferociously. I toss the things into the other pillow I ripped open before leaving my room. It's dark, but I'm used to it and I can see pretty well still. I know for a fact it's four AM. I trained myself to wake up at this time since Dad... died. At this time Angelica, I refuse to call her my mother, is still sleeping and it would be safe to get ready and leave before she gets up some time after 5:35.
I hear scrambling in the nearest room as I enter, and the teenage who snapped at me yesterday is thrashing around on the floor. I ignore him, knowing the difference between someone having a seizure and someone having a nightmare. I grab the things that were in his chute and stuff them into the bag, tossing them into the empty pillow in my room. For being kidnapped and being absolutely terrified of what's to come these aren't the worst living conditions I've seen. It takes me almost two hours to collect all the things, and some of the chutes didn't even have things in them while others were overflowing. I look at some of the objects I collected in disgust; porn magazines, drugs, cigarettes, alcohol. Obviously these were some way to kill the ones easily addicted to things. Just like how the elevator was there to kill the lazy people in the group.
Other things that were in the pile I really don't like what they suggest. Diapers, bottles, formula, blankets and babies clothes. There are 11 women in the group, not including Estelle. Gods, I really hope whatever stole the buses is planning what I think they are. Another thing that makes me sick to look at are brushes. For animals. Some for feathers and others for dogs and cats... I get aliens experiment on people but I thought, maybe with them being giant robots, they think of themselves as above human experimentation. Obviously, this isn't the case. There are basic things, ranging from food to entertainment to even a pull up bar.Other people start to wake up and I glance at Estelle and I's cage as the blonde crawls out, shivering and rubbing her eyes. I've put everything in piles, and put labels in front of them with the cage numbers and an "other" pile. I have a little bit of the things still stored in case we aren't regularly given supplies. As everybody takes their things back to their cages in a sleepy haze I set up the extra things. There was a few pieces of furniture I was able to carry down, obviously in their boxes still disassembled, and a few pieces of machinery had been dropped off some point last night.
I watch Estelle as she climbs the ladder to our room, noticing how one of the little girls is watching her. The small brunette's eyes flicker to me and a blush appears on her face. She looks away and turns away from our room, causing me to raise a brow. Did this little girl have a crush on Estelle? I don't even think Estelle's bi. I could be wrong, though. I shrug to myself, focusing on Estelle as she climbs down the ladder. She yelps a bit and I jump as she steps on one of the loose rings and it gives out under her weight.
"Oh my god!" A mother, who's quite pregnant shouts, rushing forwards. I grab her arm, watching Estelle cling to the rung above her as her feet dangle. The single rung had hit another loose one below it as it fell and now the little blonde girl has nothing below her feet. Yeah, I'm scared as hell but I know she'll be able to figure out what to do. I can hear her whimpering from where I'm standing whenever she looks down. "What the hell is wrong with you? Go get your daughter!" The woman screams at me and I stiffen a bit.
