Welcome To The: BUNK

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       Glancing around i took in the appearance of the other inmates srounded around me there heads turned down expressions blank. Dry cough rattles from some, while other relased exhausted looking yawns, but everyone was speckled with seen bruises. Some held there heads high, to look down at you from ther raised nose to show off the swollen, puffy skin, or the scabbed bruises, showing it off like a prize, like a trophy. Others kept there chins glued to the base of there nexk, hiding in the masses, whimpering of defeat heard in the low echos of the gym, ot was frightening. I didnt see familiar faces among the bunch, but i did notice the familiar darkening of heated glares passed between the group, or the sparkling of wicked memeories in distant eyes, it was all to familar, I hated it. Did they get these wounds, and scarss during this training? What are the instructors teaching? What are we learning to benefit our 'country'? I turned my attention back to the instructor he didnt look familiar nothing did here honestly.

"..Alex Voss, Jordan Ale..." he barked his voice the obly noise besides the shifting and moving of feet on the silver bleachers. Alex, Alex Voss would be with me!... Would she still think of me as a enemy? What was thier to honestly fight over, nothing but our lives... And our friends. I turned and scanned the thinning crowed until my gaze locked with the pale blue eyes of Voss all ready looking my way. I felt the gitty feeling of hope returnt to my slre limbs as i watched her heavly step down the steps to the concert floor.  Then something else caught my attention her left arm was covered in a type of paste, the same paste Dr. Green had placed on my arm when i broke it falling from the bunk air shafts. Her right arm was brocken, could it have been from the revolt...i caused? Your fault.... Those words stabbed my inner thoughts as Voss reached the concert floor, then the instructor turned and lead us near the boudle door i came thru eailer. I paused as kids trailed to the left and right around me, after the shaves head instructor. I waited for Voss to catch up, her brow frowned in confustion as she paused infront of me. A questionable gleam in her eyes as she looked down to me. An unspocken agreement passed thru the thin space between us, as she nodded her spicked uneven head. I had a minor clue to what we agree on but it had to do with mutual instinct of survival.

"Come on guys we'll get in trouble trailing behind, and no body wants to get what they did to Creg Ross" a new voice whispered. I glanced around Voss to see a tall pale blond older inmate with dark bags under his pale green eyes. He must be Jordan Ale, the name called after Voss.

"Come on" he said then stepped around us leading the way, as all three of us caught up to the leaving group as the last kid before us passed thru the doors. I fell into step beside Voss, in the back rim of the trailing group behind the blond inmate before us. We passed thru the doors now enterig the dark hall the elvator reflecting the light, casting a erry gleam into the halls oppsite wall.

"Keep up! Back rank speed up!" the instructor barked from up ahead turning the oppsite forked corner at the end of the hall. A terrifiing jolt of cowardly submission, races down my spin, and nearly made my skin leap off my bones, at the sheer power a simple yelled command controll my actions, it was sickening. Oppsite the way Maggie went the rest of the slugging group followed, heads bowed, no smiling faces, no bobbing snickering heads, no heated glares, just bowed heads and hunched shoulders. I glanced over to see Voss, her composer in the same gloomy manor, accept her blank days was staring directly at me a dark twins at the end of the rim of the eye. It almost reminded me of the stalking fram of Maggie, if she had more hair, a shorter posture, and one single eyebrow connected at the center. I turned my gaze away to stare at the reflect of the hanging ceiling lights on the oily black floor. I'll have to remember to ask Voss if she new Maggie.

"Are you going to tell me?" Voss whispered from beside me. I glanced her way to see her face blank but her brows crutched in deep thought. There was so many things i wanted to ask and tell her. I wanted to tell het everything, i wanted to ask her about everything, every single thing floating around in my head, but nothing came to mind to answer her questain?