Across the way I hear shouting. I look over to see two kids shoving each other.
"He's at it again."
I turn to hear a boy next to me sigh. I don't need to ask to know who he's talking about. What's his name? It's really strange- Milo, no Minho. He has a quick temper.
I watch as a crowd gathers around. No one tries to stop the fight because no one knows who's side to take. To look around at first glance you would think we are enemies. Who knows? Maybe we are all enemies. I'm personally sick and tired of it all.
Walking further away from the chaos, I notice a couple of the younger kids sitting on the ground, violently shaking and rocking back and forth. It crosses my mind to try and talk to them but they wouldn't listen. No one listens around here. Whoever put us here could have had the sense to send an adult along.
Loud shrieking noises come closer as a kid riding on a goat stampedes in front of me, almost running me down.
"This place is crazy!"
Animals run loose, kids are having nervous breakdowns, damaged supplies and wasted food are scattered about, a place where one determined kid set out to build a shelter has been destroyed.
The only places that have been untouched are the doors. Giant doors that open every morning and close every night. The only unspoken rule that everyone obeys is to not go beyond the walls.
Suddenly I see it again. A red flash of light. I've seen them everywhere but they are too fast to get a good look at them. This one just ran through the doors.
Taking a quick look behind me I notice everyone is still engrossed with the shoving contest that has now turned into a full fledged punching frenzy.
Taking a step closer to the open doors, I can make out a road, a path of sorts just outside the doors. A burning curiosity begins to build up inside me.
Before I can stop myself, my feet have gone without my permission, walking past the doors. Carefully I examine my surroundings. Vines hang down from the high walls. Reaching out to pull one, I notice they are strong and steady.
Out of the corner of my eye I again see the red light. Letting go of the vine I hurry to the light. It has rounded the corner. Hesitating I take a breath and slowly peek around the corner.
"What do you think your doing?"
I jump at the sound and turn back to see one of the oldest boys standing by the door. He doesn't look happy.
"I uh... I was following something."
The boy shoots a glare at me "Get out of there!"
"Why?"
"Because I said so." The boy shouts and takes a few steps closer to me.
Anger bubbles inside me. "You're not in charge around here."
A moment of confusion flickers over the boy's face.
"Someone needs to be." He says darkly.
An inspiration hits me. "Well, until that person steps up I'm going to do what I want."
The boy then gets in my face, the smell of sweat and body order makes me want to gag.
"Watch yourself." Is all he says.
I watch as he turns and leaves. As he does I let out a breath. The red flashing light is gone, past gone and I don't feel much like exploring anymore.
My stomach growls. Time to go scavenge any food I can find.
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