Welcome To The: BUNK

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         The silver metal doors opened to release but another same white tiled blank,  florescence lit hallway, a wide black boom orb popping out from the ceiling slightly blinking red in the center of it, the camrea. I looked further down the wall way to see it split and turned going to different directions by a set of double doors, and on the wall facing us between the split was another elevator. 

"Come on this way tip" Lacy called over her shoulder, as she walked forward. I clenched my change of clouthes in hand as I followed a few steps behind her. I heard distant faint noises of the crash of running water, and other unfamiliar sounds. 

"What time is it Lacy?" I asked her, as we got closer to the two opposite facing doors in the center middle of the hallway between the same place from elvator to elevator. 

"It's five in the morning" she answered stopping at the double doors on the right waiting for me to catch up.

"How do you know that?" 

"because Bruce knows the times Tip, he says at six in the morning the buzzer will go off signaling its morning, ten minutes past that training starts. Then at  lunch Bruce says its noon or twelve, and after that at dinner Bruce says its eleven at night, he knows the times. Well him and any one else with a watch" she stated confidently. I reached her now, she stepped to one of the nodule doors and pulled the metal silver handle, hot warm air  wafted out instantly drying the air in my sore lungs. I let out a small fit of dry coughs that escaped thru my clenched teeth.

"W-what is this?" I stuttered coughing. I waved a hand in front of my face to wave off the steamy mist building around me and slipping out of the open door into the white hallway.

"It's just steam Tip, haven't you ever seen steam before? This is the shower hall" she answered questing, I shock my head to answer finally controlling my dry breathing. In the dunk we also had a shower hall, and running water, but it was always cold, so very very cold.

   If you were lucky enough to be running a water source and the water warmed up you shut up and enjoy it. It was a rare surprise to get even  moment or second of warm, blazing water to run past your hands, arms , body.

"You have warm water here?" I asked her in awe, as I followed her into the steamy moist, sticky,hot room. She looked up to fix me with a strange odd look.

"Yes of course, where did you come from under a rock?" She questained with a sharp giggle of amusement. She was joking, where did she come from ? Certainly not from the bunk....thats defiantly for sure.

"....ya from under a rock" I murmured under my breath. I followed after her, as he turned a corner, white hot steam rolled around from the floor like water. How hot was this water?  I sucked in a dry heave as I looked up from the steamy ground to enter a large room. Bright light shined down from above, and I saw no cameras, along the wall left of me was square fogged up mears, and silver bowls under with a fosset sticking out.

       The mears were so steamy they looked like the top windows in the bunk halls. In front of me, was a buntch of foggy plastic curtains, blocking off smaller white tiled rooms, the showers I'm guessing, on the wall to my left was a line of stalls I guessing housed toilets. In the middle of the large room was a set of two long metal benches.

"Okay here, take this bag, everything you'll need wil be inside even including a towel...your lucky I got you a tall, well kinda not we're friends! Anyway I have to go help make breakfast,  which is it a half hour...which also means you won't be able to use the elevators, so the double doors across the hall is a old storage room there are some stairs in there use those and go to the..sixty thrid floor that's the cafeteria...yes okay so go get cleaned you stink!" She ranted on talking some what to me then to her self. Her good natured rant almost helped me forgot she could be a possible enemy or threat. She handed me the plastic bag on her shoulder and waved, leaving with a wide smile in her face.  I stood alone in the steamy, sticky room holding a bent metal cup in one hand and a sticky plastic bag in the other facing the cornner she disappeared behind moments before. I turned away from the hall and faced the curtain closed shower rooms. I forced my self forward silently  excited to feel the warm water on my sore skin.