From Feral to Family

Chapter 12

Hello! This is the author speaking at the moment! First off, I wanna thank literally everyone who keeps reading/commenting on this despite me disappearing for like 3+ years. I'm slowly getting back into the groove of writing and this has been on my list for far too long. Now that my life is a little more stable, hopefully I can continue this journey with you all! Thank you again for all your support!

Time passes differently in the army. Things blend together and routine takes over. Every day was the same thing, over and over again. I had it down to muscle memory, always on auto pilot at this point. My only solace was at night, when I was asleep and away from the harsh reality. 

0500: Wake up, get ready for the day

0600: Bed/ Barracks inspections 

0630: First formation

0700: Breakfast 

0730: Begin PT, training drills

1200: Lunch 

1300: Work, training

1700: Dinner 

1800: Sergeant Time 

2030: Personal time

2130: Lights out 

 And I had all but forgotten why I was even here in the first place. 

Months had passed at this point and I had made myself as comfortable as one could in this sort of situation. I rarely spoke to my bunk mates, I really had nothing to say to them anymore. What was there to say when all they did was talk nonsense? 

Lunch today was bland like usual as I picked at it. The chatter in the lunch room was mind numbing and I could barely understand what my mates were saying. I had lost all interest in everything. Each day was a repeat of the last one. I didn't bother to stick around much longer after I was asked if I was alright for the hundredth time. Tossing the mostly full tray, I did end up tucking some crackers into my pocket for later. 

Though I was snapped back to reality when an arm swung around my shoulders. The only one who physically touched me was Sargent. I looked up, seeing his smile and one eye shine with glee. "Hey Flippy!" he chirped happily, leading me away from the tents. "I don't exactly plan on sending you anywhere any time soon, so I figured you could help me out around here instead," he explained as we left the main camp. "Besides, you have... experience in this field. If anyone is going to be involved, I think- no, I know, you're the best fit for this situation." 

I stayed silent as we trudged through some mud, just listening. I had no idea what he meant or what he had in mind until we came across a secluded building. It was well kept and quite the heavy duty security. As we stepped inside, I immediately recognized the setting. 

It was a POW camp. 

"Sir...?" I asked cautiously, watching him lead me down the hallway. I could hear the moans of agony and strains of chains. 

"Oh, don't worry about yourself. I'm not going to be subjecting you to anything," he promised, motioning for me to join him in a room. It looked like a meeting area. "I just need you to take care of some of these fellas. You've got plenty of experience as a prisoner and with your kind nature, I'm positive you'll be fine here. All the testing and whatnot is done in a different area, don't you worry," he explained. 

Looking around, the room didn't say much. Just chairs, a large table, and computer with a projector. I could only imagine what Sargent was doing. Though my guess was probably he had some inspiration from the camp I had been held in. And based off what I remembered seeing him do to Splendid...