meet at wrong time

chapter 1- group A

I walk down the cold, plain halls I walk every day, past the numerous people in either lab coats or heavy arm guards. I don't understand the need for a high level of security because they have never been good at their job. We have had 5 bases attacked by the right arm, and no one was done anything about it. It's actually pathetic. Maybe I can do better, or that's just my ego again. No but seriously this place needs a upgrade or just give up all ready. 

I'm wearing my combat trousers and my skin tight muscle top. I head to the front bolted gates, waiting to welcome the group who don't know what they are walking into. I didn't feel sorry for them, but something felt wrong. I can never tell why. It's just a vibe, and my father would kill me if he found out I'm questioning this place.

I met my one and only farther Janson in a room where people are working on the structure and ceiling, trying to make the facility stronger after the attack from the right arm. This is what I'm talking about when I say the guards never do a good job, like it is so easy to break in here.

"You're late," Janson says in a stern voice.

"No one woke me up," I say as I shrug not scared by his threatening gaze.

"That's brodie fired." He mumbled under his breath.

"So what's this group like?" I broke the intense silence as I shift on my feet. 

"They like to ask questions, just do your job," he hands me a tablet which had the profiles of 8 survivors. 7 boys and 1 girl a bit unusual, especially the high number. Normally, you get like 3 or 4 survives. Like group b, had 3 girl I don't remember 1 name but the others was Harriet and Sonya, but the other was being harvested and 1 boy, airs. I made friends with airs, Harriet and Sonya before the girl was stolen from the right arm. 

The loud clangs of the door locks opening stopped me from asking any further questions. The sound of gunshots and shouting echoed through the room, making all the workers stop and look at the commotion. By now, I should be used to the scenes, but those cranks really don't know how to give up.

7 boys and 1 girl run in, struggling to breath come crashing in as the doors close, blocking the outside world. It's the only bit of the outside world I've seen in years. Well, except down Marcus's and around that zone.

As the confused group of teenagers slightly older than me scans the room, not realizing we are there, Janson places his hand on my shoulder and says, "Do your job," in a soft tone which instantly changed when he finishes his sentence, "Don't do anything stupid you cant mess up again." Then Janson quickly walks away, leaving me to do what I do best.

I knew what he was talking about, but it wasn't my fault. When you are 13 years old and a bunch of 15 - to 16 year olds surround you pressuring you to answer there questions, you are going to tell them something. It just slipped out, but I am older and smarter. Well, it's not smarter. just more brave and stupid to keep information. I won't break this time unless there is a gun to my head. I've always said better you than I. I would rather be alive than keep secrets to protect w.c.k.d. The whole department can collapse, and I couldn't care any less. It may even by better for the greater good oh well ill never know. 

I walked slowly towards the group, still stuck in my thoughts as I glanced the teens covered in blood and sweat. Then the stench which came from them was horrendous. I pulled out my thoughts when a voice firm but calm said, "Who are you? Where are we?"

"You are safe. we rescued you from wicked, and we are going to keep you safe, oh also I am Y/N."

"Ain't you a little young?" Came a voice from the back of the group, but I didn't catch who said it, so I ignored it.