Voss's words swam around and around in my head. Everyone knows your next, everyone knows your next, everyone knows your next. I shoved my hands back into my uniform pockets, and again kept my head down. Who was i kidding, that wasn't going to help hide myself. That little stunt in the mess hall probably already screwed of self over, gaining attention towards my self like that to draw not only the kids eyes, but the compounds as well at the conflict I showed grabbing her uniform. Maybe Voss was planning that she already knew i was possibly on the list. I probably was already on their list of their next lab rats.
"Drag..." i breathed out using another dunk term, to implie a curse. Thats what she was trying to do, and i fell for it! I stopped in the middle of a slow steady hallway. Only a few kids were streaming past, barley any. Only one guard was stationed here standing in the corner. I turned my head up and looked to the guard that may pr may not be the death of me in a few years. Anyone of the guards could be. I felt my chest tighten as i turned my head up to the clouded windows. I remeber when this place was once like a school, or summer camp. Kids smiling, laughing, playing but it was all a lie. A few years past and they stopped the classes, stopped letting kids outside, stopped mostly everything and changed. Kids disappearing from bunks, the doors locking all night until morning. The doctors here forcing kids to eat strange pills, the shoe was created.
Know we just wonder around or are assigned chores by a invisible force, called "them" that left a printed messges on the small monitor in the bunk rooms. Saying your last name and the assinged chores your given, and if you finish the chores you get extra light time after dark. If you didnt finish the chores you would be thrown into the shoe. I looked past the dull windows to the black round orb in the cieling above me. I saw a faint red light flicker, pulse then become bright. Acting like someone was really watching, maybe there wasn't? I glared up at the small red light waiting for the flicker or pulse. After a moment of the staring contast, i blinked and nothing happened.
"Move along!" the guard finally barked, comfiring my possibly thought of the guard even being alive standing there. I passed the guard and turned into another hall almost empty. Everyone must be at the mess hall or getting to there assinged jobs. Not me, the monitor in my bunk room didnt say my name this morning, it hasn't for the last few days. Thats how the rumor of me being on the list started. Not getting any daily assignments was step number one for being on the list. Maybe Herbs was missing his assignments a few days before his disappearance. I turned back and went the way i came and made a bee line to the bunks quarters. I can check his monitor for the last few days for any results of assignments. If i cant find anything then it will prove the unasked questain, are they really tacking younger kids? Im hopeing Mickey is wrong. Usually he never is, my chest tightened again. Tacking under kids only means, more fear, panic, stress, worry, more chaos.
"Nickles!! Nickles!! Help help hurry! Come quick!" a voice screamed across the hall running full speed my way. I looked up to see the kids uniform snappy with the effect of running.
"What is it!?" i shouted back catching up with the kid and running along side him now the opposite direction, as he lead the way, back up the hall way. My feet slamming in step with his, a loud band sounded from our actions. Oh i loves to run, it felt good to move fast, to breath hard, to move my arms. My happiness was short lived when i ran into the problem. A crowd was circuled around a commotion. I paused to check for any guards, none they must be on there two minute shift to the their next assigned position. I pushed thru the thick crowd towards the center, and saw a buddy of Voss's group kid gaining up on a small blond haired girl in a strange colored uniform.
It was of colors i have never seen down here before, even if the clouths were tattered they were. . . beautiful. The crowd upraored in cheers and shouts, as Voss's buddy Hudge thru a fist. Without even thinking i jumped between the conflict. The clumsly blow meant for the other drag opponent, struck my shoulder instead. I stumbled but regained my footing easily. Gasps and whispers rippled thru the growing crowd.
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Welcome To The: BUNK
Ficțiune științifico-fantasticăYears ago when Amercia was on the edge of property. The goverment created a organization to provide and help the benefit of the growing amount of children, to give a provided education and care that there parent, or hopstials couldn't provide. As th...
