Welcome To The: BUNK

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            It was eairly in the morning i knew that much. White bunk doors where closed, some halls where dark with out any lights on. No one walking the halls but a few trying to get to the bathroom before they wet themselves. I noted that not all white bunk doors were rooms, some were seprate gender bathrooms, others supplie clossets with extra sheets, a few strange boxes. The white bunk had a calm aura very early in the morning. I should be sleeping, but  couldn't, only nightmares stab at my brain there. Shaking off the thought, i stepped out of the shower space, my hair holding water in like a sponge.  I had rung it out in the sink as i got dressed not caring if my clouthes clung to me. I didnt look in the mirror, not wanting to see my reflection. Exiting the shower hall again i felt as if someone had dumped a bucket of freezing cold bunk water on me from above. Taking a deep breath of the warm air that floated out around me, to warm my insides.  I had a mission today, i cant go back to sleep, so i should put my tims to use. Training for todays training lesson should be good. I had missed a few classes and as Bruce warned they would cut me from the program. . . just like that one kid. Cut, killed, disposed of, non-functioning, gone. . . dead.

I slung my blue bag over my shoulder, the gun, a cup of white bunk water with the top tapped over as a carrier, incase i get dizzy again. A extra shirt, and the white bunk utensils i had stolen from the very begining.  I passed the double doors leading into the extra large supplie room, the main spiral stair case, and last the one of the many secret entrances to the Enclave. I swiped Travis old card over the swipe pad, not wanting to use my own in case of any white bunk rule, saying it was to early to go anywhere. the scanner flashed activating the elevator doors to open. Sorry Travis.  Stepping in the doors closed and the elevator. I lifted my arm up and braced my self against one of the elevator walls as it shifted harshly in some direction as i pressed the button for the gymnasium floor.  Looking up to the black orb camera placed between the two long white lights and the air went on the ceiling. I ran my finger over the metal panel feeling for the chipped indents , but only came away with failure.  In my head i counted how many elevators moved harshly, have a indent in the silver panle, and how many hallways have blind spots. In all honesty it wasnt many.  Thr elevator came to a halt and the doors opened relieving the dark halls. Stepping out the doors slid close almost cautching my foot in the process. The halls here were even more silent then the white bunk.

i walked towards the doors with 'training equipment' as Bruce as put it. My steps and the sound of my bag hitting my back was the only noises besides the ever lasting noise of humming electricity. I reached the double set doors after i had walked thru the large gymnasium and into one of the elevators the instructors had disappeared thru my first time here. The elevator inside was twice as large as the regular white bunk elevator. Pushing thru thr doors, i snapped shut my eyes as aromatic florescent lights turned on in a bright flash. Blinking a few times to adjust my eyes to the now lighting. i looked aroud the room, a long bench like chair was pushed up agasint ever wall, dark upraised mates separated the room into sections just like the gymnasium. The wall to the right of me had hookes randomly placed all over, diffrent objects hanging from them.  The wall oppsite me had bars pushed put from the wall, like the hooks but longer and nother hooked to them. Must be some kind of exercise tool? I looked to the wall to the left where a line of large bags hangged from the light speckled ceiling by hooks. The ceiling in this room, was closed off where you could see the concert around the lights, and a black camrea in the center. I pulled off my shirt that clung to me damply like a cold second skin, leaving me In my worn sports bra I had when I arrived to these compound levels, a chill passed over my damp exposed torso, I ignored it. I kicked off my worn shoes to reveal my white socks the bottons stained black by the compound floors. The orange pants I wore clung to my waist from the two grey strings popping out of the  waist band, I had tied into many knots. I then placed my bag with my shoes on a bench in front of one of the grey stiff bags. I then now stood infront of one of the large bags. I had a good idea what they were meant for.