Prehistorica

Chapter 11

Chapter 11
Shattered Innocence

After finding the terrifying purpose of Camp Purgatory, I run out of the cafeteria  and go straight to the cabins. Even watching such a terrifying video, it left Grant in a concerned position. The feeling of being stuck here left a distasteful feeling that we're being treated like the sick animals in line for execution. 

"These mercenaries really believe they are doing the right thing don't they?," I tell myself.  

Who ever the leader is, he's surely attempting to do everything in the book of being a traditional psychopath. The guy had the eyes of a devilish snake. He had the structure of an experienced fighter, and the mind of a troubled man. However, the video left me thinking about what he talked about. Treated poorly by the government, forced to leave the business, and struggle to survive? Could this man be right about this? The answer is sadly yes. On a personal matter, I share a similar childhood with this guy. I close my eyes and I find myself in my younger years. 

I was at a table in the basement drawing a series of pictures for my english class. The topic was about bullying in school and discrimination against children with disabilities. When I start writing about what's happening in the pictures, my dad came into the house in a very depressed mood. The business he was working for decided to have lower his wages more than what he deserved and the boss treated him unfairly. It was the day that my very own family were facing the struggle of avoiding the bottom of the poverty line.

When my mom came into the room, she could easily feel the terrified look on his face. He told her how he's feeling and he didn't know what to do. My parents came to me and my brother to tell the news. They were thinking about moving again. I hated moving. I couldn't bare the fact that we were thinking about moving me far away from my friends. I had to run out the door and into the forest I play in the summer. I tripped and ended up scraping my knee, but I never stopped running. I didn't stop until I saw the wooden fort I built with Stephen. I laid down on the forest floor and curled myself in a ball, hoping that it was all a dream. I kept repeating, 

¨This is all a dream, please tell me this is all a dream." 

 I was shaken up and my eyes open to Stephen looking up at the window with my mouth covered. I hear terrifying exchanges from the window as if someone is coming for us. I got up from the bed and looked through the window. I saw the gates of the wall open and Enigma trucks entered the camp. I look down to see people going inside, so I started to run downstairs. I felt a pair of hands push me back in as the doors are locked by Enigma's portable locks. I see the boy with dandelion hair standing outside of the cabins.

The boy looked to his left and spots four or five Enigma mercenaries stepping out of the trucks. They had black body armor protecting them with a face mask just like their leader. They wore studded gloves and combat boots to take down any enemy in close quarter combat. From what I could tell, they look young for their age and shared the same eye color as their leader. They carried assault rifles, side arms, and tactical grenades that work for any situation. 

The boy had his hands raised in the air as they raised their rifles. They started to gang up on the kid and everyone started to panic. The boy was in excruciating pain with blood pouring down his forehead. He struggled to free himself from their tight grip, but it was no use with their studded gloves pulling tightly at his hair. The boy then found an opening and kicked a mercenary in the knee. The boy pulled out a knife and slashed one of the mercenaries neck. 

He starts running towards the tower and the mercenaries start to open fire at him. The boy was smart to scatter from the incoming fire. I run upstairs and snapped a table leg from the table. I try smash the locks with a table leg, but it's mechanism was made from a reinforced steel. I try my best to break the door down, but the door couldn't get loose. I stopped when I hear a sound breaking shot coming from the tower near the wall. I hear the boy scream violently as I see his right leg a few feet of the forest floor. I continue to pull the bars off, but Stephen pulls me back.