Then, just as soon as he arrived, Xisuma shut the door.
Click.
The room was silent. So silent. It was actually quite unnerving. "G..?" My friend spoke. "It's okay, Mumbo." "It's not okay, Grian! How do you know he was safe?! It could've been a trick!" Mumbo said, his British voice laced with worry. "1, you're paranoid. 2, he seemed to not know about.. The, uh... happenings here. Did you see his face when Two-, uh, Zedaph handed him the needle? When he saw us?" Mumbo ignored the last few parts. "I am not paranoid!" "You kinda are." Responded the candyman, still behind me. "Oh shush, scar." Scar giggled softly, which Mumbo did aswell. "What now?" I asked. "We could play Rock Paper Scissors?" Suggested Scar, his laughter finally dying down.
It has been a few hours since the incident, and I had begun to feel a burning pain in the injection site. It started out fine, but quickly progressed to an unbearable sensation. "You okay, Grian?" Mumbo inquired, clearly worried for me. "I'm fine, just tired." I lied. I feel bad about lying to my best buds, but I don't want them to worry about me. I'm their support, so I need to be there in case they need me. I can't let them know I'm in pain. I'll be fine.
Right?
The door beeped. A red glow faintly illuminated the room before disappearing abruptly. Finally, I thought to myself. That took forever. I looked towards a very tired Scar and a bored Mumbo. "Guys, lunch." That word jerked Scar awake instantly. "YES! I'm soo hungry!" "Scar, you're always hungry." I rolled my eyes. "HEY! THAT'S NOT TRUE!" He countered. "You complain 24/7 about only having lunch and not dinner and breakfast." Mumbo added. "YOUR ON HIS SIDE?" Scar angrily gasped, although clearly jokingly. Mumbo shrugged. The brunette put his hand on his forehead dramatically. "Traitor."
The lunchroom was rather small, despite having around 15 people in there. The tables were organized by color, and we were supposed to sit at the table of our group, but most people didn't listen to that. Except, of course, for me, Mumbo and Scar. Not that we wanted to give into the 'rules', but we really only talked to each other. Everyone was friends with each other and no one really had any enemies, except the scientists. We all collectively hated them. After all, they were the reason we're here. The reason we suffer. The reason we are no longer human.
I scanned the room, looking at everyone. I wish my parents didn't suck. I wish I had never even stepped 100 miles within this place. I wish this place and its owners disappeared off the face of the earth. But alas, I can only wish for their selfish asses to go away. Because it's not happening anytime soon.
