Welcome To The: BUNK

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      I watched amazed at the dark haired boys authority here, as he turned towards the group and gave a few words as a order."Everyone out, clear the room ", and quickly with a few more glances and whispers my way the watching witnesses slwoly trickled out a set of white double doors. The dark haired guy then turned back towards me, his face masked with pity, and the gleam of sympathy. Anger, rolled of the feeling of slight pain still swirling around over my senses.

"Can you walk kid?" He asked his head turned down towards me. Kid?, that's right I'm younger then the looks of them, I'm just a kid...a kid that was leader of over a hundred kids!

"I can walk... Just fine" I retorted not be able to hide the huff of sarcasm in my voice. Honestly, the even thought of getting up scared me, to what limit would my new wound injuries keep me from? Currently walking was on the top of that list right know, but I know from further expercies if you want to show your in charge, or in control you can't show weakness.

"Easy their, if you need help just ask" he said resigning a eyebrow. I slowly slide my burning legs in from beside me, and slowly edged my way up. Hissing out a painful anger breath, every time my adamon cringed, or cramped. My lungs started to slightly burn, with the effect of trying to hold breath in. As I stumbled on my weak legs, he caught me by the elbow and steadied me.

"Let go" I ordered, using the same, tone of voice I used to address kids in the bunk, that threatened my group or the rules set. Both his eye brows raised in questainable, with another breath I pulled my arm out of his light grasp.

"Did a Doctor, or anyone give you a room number?" He asked. I looked up at him to see he was about a head taller then me, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if it was natral. '"Take her to room 3298" janes words vibrated in my ears.

"Why does it matter?" I questaiiened. I was know able to stand on my own, but very breath hurt, and made my chest arch.

" I fingered you would want to sleep and rest up?" He answered crossing his hands over his chest, which was covered by a grey long sleeved shirt, pushed up to his elbows. Questions about the colored clotting buzzed in my head like moths, floating around a bunk ceiling light.

"Rest up for what?" I snapped, why does everyone automatically think I know what I'm doing, or where I'm going!?

"You don't know?"

"No! I don't know! I don't know what any of this is!" I hissed out keeping my voice slowly rising. Gasps of thin slivers of oxygen coming and going quickly. The flood gates to my mind opened as questainable trickled out.

" where am I? What is this drag place? Why aren't I dead?"I paused to draw in a breath, and clamped my jaw, locked shut. Confusion, and the looks of pity washed over his pale face, as he looked down at me.

"Stop it" I hissed thru my clenched teeth. He raised his eye brows again then looked away, the slowly ailed his eye back to me his face blank.

"I'm Bruce, the leader here kid" he stated firmly. I drew in another breath then pushed it out with a huff of sarcastic short laughter. If a kid in the bunk, scuffed at me like this I would of screamed at them until they cried, or was put back into there place.

"I figured that" I replied. before he could replie or answer I cut him off, eager to get away from this guy that passed as a leader.

"3298, Jane Bracket told those...guards room 3298"

"You met Jane?"

"Y-yes and?" I pressed out with another breath, not intending for it to turn out as a anger, Intargited snap.his eyes narrowed even more from there natral folds.

"Nothing, follow me if you can walk" he shot back, turning his back to me and walking to the door, he turned and waited. I clenched the metal tube like cup in hand as I took shaky slow steps towards him, not opening my mouth to ask for his assistance only to breath in oxygen. I slipped past him on shaky steps, out the door into the hall way, but kept my eyes on him as he stepped before me.

      I learned early in the bunk by my former group leader never,never, ever have your enemy or threat behind you. The hall way was just as white, and glaring as the room I just left. Panic weld in my chest, taking a step back and turning i hit something hard, looking up i saw Bruce blocking my way. His eyes narrowed and he nodded his head back into the direction i was before going.  Black camrea orbs bottled the chilling in the center of ever few feet. I kept my eyes on the spoused leader of theses older kids, as from the Conor of my view I saw the similar white doors on either side of the hall way, cracked over to revile faces, or open to relive more than one older kid looking out. Their faces beamed with Curiosity , smiles, or darkened with a gloom gleam in their eyes similar to Dr, green and Jane.

Instead of elevators at the end of every white ticked hall, there was a few steps of stairs, leading up or down. None of the floors, walls or ceilings were cracked, or crumbling. There was no gleam of spider webs, or growing weeds. Nothing looked dusty, or dirty, there wasn't any speck of dirt on the gleam ping white tiled floors, meaning some one has to clean them?  Was it them, the older kids, were they assigned jobs, and task just like the bunk? Where they all Brocken up into more then one group, or leader? Was this rats, snitched, dirks, and drags here to? Did they all come from the bunk like me? The strangest thing, that left me utterly confused, was there was...no guards lining the walls glaring down at you, barking orders. The saddest things I saw from the hallways folling Bruce, there was no... Windows.
No Windows.