BioHazard

Chapter 5

I awoke to the sound of yelling. Very loud yelling I may want to add.

It was the wake up.

I got out of bed immediately.

Banging my head on the top but it is better than getting tased.

The boys were shuffling around getting out of bed quickly.

I put my hands in my baggy sweater.

"Get the hell up!" the man yelled at us.

It was not fun.

But it was normal as I said.

Once everyone was up, a kid named Geno was tased, as he was the final one up.

The screams . . .

It was tormenting to hear them.

They actually have done this ever since we were nine.

Talk about eternal trauma.

We were then taken to the outside.

The guards had guns.

Which can be normal.

It was mostly pistols.

Some had Sub Machine Guns though.

When we got outside, we were greeted by a row of wheelchairs.

Straps on the rests and the footing area, as well as where the head would be.

I fucked up.

The man who woke us up spoke.

"From now on, you will be in these, and we will be taking you from place to place." he scanned his eyes along the boys around me.

We were in a line.

A very straight line.

Because if we were not in a line, then we would probably be tased, or something around that kind of pain.

I looked at the chair with a guarded expression.

I did this, I definitely did this.

I bit my lip.

I looked to see everyone was either scared, or guarded, or confused about this.

"In the wheelchair now." he pointed to the wheelchairs with his silent Submachine Gun.
We quickly sat into the chairs, not testing the man's patience.

The people with guns quickly strapped each of us in.

They did it and were not careful.

They first strapped our legs in, then our arms.

It was in sync, like a bluetooth signal, or something like that.

They then put their hand on my forehead, placing me onto the headrest.

Then put the metal strap over my forehead, and fastened it.

It was only about an inch of head room.

I was stuck, this was not comfortable.

Not even a bit.

My line of vision was limited, because I could not turn my head.

This is a load of crap, I messed up.

I looked above me, barely seeing the metal strap.

I couldn't move because of the damn straps.

I barely saw everyone else, or a few.