Over and Over

Chapter 5

Yo! I'm back! So I've have been preoccupied lately, but that is over and I'm back to updating :) Yay!

ugggg, I hate drama! But whatever! Back to the world where I get to control what happens! fun!

So without further hesitation, vwala!

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Olivia’s POV:

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I wake up for another day of crappy food and no people. Just my average day at the best place on earth! They’ve let me stew in here. It's not like I want to die or anything, but it annoys me that I can’t do anything down here. It. Sucks. I sit up and stretch my back aching from the stiff bed. I start my morning routine, which is surprisingly still existent. I wash my face and hair then brush my hair back into a ponytail. Next I change clothes and eat my breakfast which consists of a small bowl of instant grits, extra gritty, a slice of burnt toast, and orange juice with pulp. Delicious.

I always thought the TV shows with the prison kids were stupid, but it turns out they have a ring of truth to them. I have been bulking up. It actually is a really great way to pass the time. I’m still weak due to lack of sleep and good food, but I could throw a couple punches if I needed to. After my breakfast, I start my workout. I get about half way through my pushups when I hear a scream. A single shattering scream that charges the air with energy like lightning. I hear bodies being thrown, a fight breaking out, and then dead silence.

A couple of moments pass, and then I hear clicking. Farther away at first, but then closer. Gunshots? No, these sounds are quieter... What is that? Whatever it is, It can’t be good…

Lizzie POV

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I had finally found peace. I was sitting in the corner of an unused room, eating my pizza and popping popcorn, not to mention reading a book. It was peaceful, calm, and awesome. It was however disrupted by the shrill scream from the fire alarm. The noise was loud, and hurt my ears. Automatically I tense up. I hate fire.Weighing my options, I decide to stay still. It’s probably just another drill. This is supposed to be one of the safest places, and I finally found peace. After a few moments, they stop screaming, and I continue reading for a little while. I started to smell something smoky, like burning. Shit! I forgot my popcorn was in the microwave. I carefully mark my place in my book, set it down, and run over to the microwave to see my food is salvageable. As I do I hear running footsteps in the hall. I retrieve my popcorn from the microwave, flapping it around in the air in an attempt to cool it as I walk towards the closed door. I open the door a crack and peer out. There was no one. I set my burnt popcorn on the table and walk out into the hall. “Hello?” I call out. No one responds. I wander down the hall a little ways and call out again. Still, no response, weird. I continue walking towards the elevator banks and push the down arrow repeatedly. No lights come on. I wait for a while. Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here? A feeling of dread and regret settles over me as I reluctantly realize that the elevators are not coming. And it was not just a fire drill.

Olivia’s POV:

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The clicks it turns out, were locks. One at a time down the corridors. Apparently there are a lot of people down here, all like me. They were enjoying their everyday lives, having a normal day and all of a sudden poof! Taken away to here. Most are in worse conditions than me, but some were able to keep in shape. At the end of the hall a group comes from around the corner in what looks like riot gear or something similar. With a big bulky kevlar vest and huge G36C's hoisted over their shoulders. There's five or six of them and in the middle of them there was a man. He was dressed in similar clothing, minus the helmets. His outfit, however, was less bulky, more sleek and refined. The only weapon he possessed was a black Ruger 19/11 holstered at his side. The man pulled out a clipboard and looked over it. "Kyle Rollins, Samantha Kluts, and Olivia Blackwood!” He called out. I look up in surprise. Me! I glance around, nobody moves. “Well don’t just stand there! Come on!” He says before glancing down at his watch. I start making my way forward slowly hugging the wall, not wanting to reveal myself just yet. Who even were these people?

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