Scouter

Chapter 7- Name

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Long time no see eh. i have been meaning to write but i always get the timing wrong and either lose motivation or just get busy sorry. all is forgiven right because i present you with chapter 7 please enjoy SHARE VOTE COMMENT

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After a while I composed myself and came to the conclusion that it had to be a hallucination from the hunger. I finally managed to get to the least grimy area I could find. I cradle my injured shoulder in my good hand. The pain continued to pulsate up and down my arm but remained constant in the area surrounding my shoulder; I could tell by the looks of it that when my arm was jerked back, my shoulder got dislocated. This wasn't the first time this happened, I remembered as a kid when I fell from a tree and displaced my shoulder. I came crying home and my mom comforted me and without warning grabbed my arm and forced the bone back in place. Good old 'I-could-never-hurt-a-fly mom'. Because of that I knew at the bottom of my stomach what I had to do. I grabbed the upper part of my arm and began to count to three. On two I suddenly pushed and heard a pop. A sucked in a fast breathe between my clenched teeth and he razor sharp pain ceased as a strange dull feeling set in. I let my seemingly ponderous head fall back against the semi-dry patch on the wall. I allowed my heavy eyes to finally close and got as comfortable as I could then fell asleep; as expected it was a dreamless slumber. I drifted in my own personal nothingness for what seemed like an eternity.

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Sometime later my eyes snapped open, judging from my energy levels, I could tell that I had been unconscious for five hours tops, still I was feeling much better. I did a visual sweep of surroundings hoping that I would somehow wake up in my room. Sadly my hopes weren't fulfilled; nothing had changed, there wasn't a feces clump out of place. I did a second sweep just to make sure, this time I noticed a small rectangular box near the rusty entrance of the cell. Without thinking I gingerly inched over to it, putting myself on alert just in case.

          I hesitated before poking at the box to make sure it wasn't explosive or even worst... electrocuting. I confirmed it was safe enough to continue and dragged it back to my corner. Now that it was in my hands the first thing that I noticed was that it was slightly warm, a couple degrees higher than the naturally damp air. Next was that there was a latched in the right side of the box; like every other metal thing it was oxidized. I stared at the box from all different angles and couldn't help but wonder what lied beneath all the orangish metal.

           I set it down on the floor then put a reasonable amount if distance between it and I before using the tip of my foot to pop the latch. I guarded myself as it flew open and a cloud of steam rose from the box. I waited until the steam dissipated before peering over to see the content. To my surprise it wasn't a bomb; after the recent events it wasn't strange for me to start expecting that sort of thing.

          The content of the box was divided into 3 sections, each holding its own short cylinder. I wavered for a second then pick up the first of the three tubes and unscrewed the top. Inside was about six medium sized chunks of roasted meat, though I had my fair share of hunting I still couldn't tell from what animal. The other two contained a lumpy piece of bread and about a cup of water.

          All together the three containers looked like a to-go snack, it wasn't much but it was something. My starving stomach growled and with my good arm I pick one of the six pieces of meat. My mouth watered at the thought of finally having something to eat. Just as the food was a centimeter away from my tongue I froze and happened upon the thought of them putting poison into the "meal". My hand sunk at the realization that everything before me could possibly be chalk full of undetectable toxins, waiting to rip the life from my eyes.