Welcome To The: BUNK

5

                Pushing a limp, dead body of a rat down another air vent going the oppsite of me. Little, scratching, noise of, scatters of bugs little claws sounded agaisnt the rusted metal from every direction, it was inescapable. pulled, and bragged my self forward in the rusted, tin tunnle. The club digging into my tummy causing a slight diffcult to suck in a deel breath.  I had all the path ways and air vent doors memorized to the back of my eye libs. I have been crawling these vents, and hiding behined trash cans for the last, nine years. The only way i keep track is when its ur documented day of your birth, a guard would escort you to a upper floor for a check up from a doctor. The Doctor would ask you a series of questions, also test your health, weight, hight, and hygiene. Then after a few hours the Doctor dismisses you, and a guard escorts you back to your bunk or work assigned aera.  I slide down another air shaft carefully, i could easily get cut from the rusty metal edges and get tenatus and die. The doctors dont treat those type of injuries unless it might effect the entire kid population here or is transmittable by any way possible. I stopped near a air vent facing down towards the floor, and licked it open, knowing no guard would hear. The door swung on its rusty hinges, as i slowly lowered my self down onto a cold wooden self near the air vent. The door was to far, unleas i could roll or i would probably break something.

      ". . .Al-ll cle-ar" a slurred voice called from below. I scaled down the shelf and leaped off to land on my feet. I dusted my self off, from everything to lint bunnies, to little pieces of rat fur. I followed the sound of the quite voice to a pail boy with long blond hair rolled into long greasy darkened, fuzzy strands.  His hair falling past his shoulders, his eyes dull brown eye inflamed, and his hand was a smocking metals bottle, in the other hand was a burning lighter below the cup. Dylan Drake the first bunk compound chemist, dealing with chemical compounds to fog the mind, he could make his own medical sedative from the defaulting concrete walls, some mold, or weeds growing in the cracks near the windows, with some wheat grains stolen from the mess hall.  All he needed left was the lighter he stole from a guard a very long time ago. Many have tried to copie his method, but never figured out the correct ingredients. Drake only shared his well kept secret with me, and how to make it. The sneering smell and clouds of fumes rolled off of him in waves. The bitter smell seeped thru my nose and tickled my brain. If i wasn't use to it by now, i would of sneezed my brains out.

"That, like...pretty...little girly-y that ran in here, is hiding... behind the... piss buckets..." he sang and and hissed the word "piss" like a backed up broken pipe. He brought the cup to his nose and took a deep long whiff of the steam he created.

"Get out of here Drake, go sniff that crap in your own bunk" i hissed pulling him up to his feet and pushing him out of the only door in the room. I knew for a fact he wouldn't be caught or stopped by the guard. They rarely paid attention to him if, the  doctors were coming down to our level for a inspection, or he started trading his medical, smoithing sedative in large quantities for extra food, like he did once before, or he become a issue with his stench. Then the guards opened there eyes.

"...w-what...?"

"Go on. Get out of here"

"W-what?"he echoed slowly then slumped down the hall his one side glued to the wall. While he kept the metal steaming cup to his nose and spoke to him self. I closed the door and turned back to the room, i knew she was in here. Drake was like a distant cousin to me and he wouldnt lie to me, no matter how high he was or acted to be.

"Its safe you can come out now" i said taking a seat on another table used as a bed for the sick. It was left blank and bleached, after winter the entire room was washed and saoked in chemicals. The room almost smelled like the upper levels of the infirmary up stairs, if not for the lingering stench of Drake pot. if you weren't use to brain melting, nose turning chemicals in the air, you would be puking your brains out. I watched as the girl in a unusual coloured uniform crawled out from behined the uniron buckets.