Welcome To The: BUNK

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          The elevator came to a soft halt, the doors opening in a swift motion. The adults lead the way out into a new hall, it was dark just like the halls out side of the gymnasium. The elevator doors slide close in the distant as we followed the adults further and further down the halls. Double set doors dotted the walls randomly.

    "Here" the shoulder length black haired older female barked. She kicked open the doors as inmates steppes forward sliding into the opening. Lights switched on inside, casting a bright glow into the dim hall. I followed the rest in thru the doorway and into the new room.  I guess i was exspecting some kind of scary device in the room, but all i saw was a small room no bigger then my white bunk room. There was a line of silver chairs on the walls, and a single blue door on the the infront of the group. A black camera sat on the middle of the ceiling besides lights.

"Take a seat" we scrambled obeying the female instructors orders. We all took a seat, but three of us had to stand, the other two choice to sit on the floor. The air seemed to crackle and freeze with tension. Jane smiled and passed by us towards the other doors, the other adult closed the main door.

"Young adults, behind this door is your final test. . . the students that do not pass will be eliminated from the program permanently. The inmates that do pass will be sent on to the next course of lessons. Good luck" she stated then turned on her tall shoes, and dissapeared behind the heart stopping door.

"What a wonderful pep talk" a inmate spoke, silent chatter of chuckles followed. I shuddered as the adult instructor stomped forward. I locked my knees together to keep from falling to the concert floor in a ball, and cowering away. Never show fear, it you want to survive.

"Shut up!" she screamed. The freezing tension replaced its self quickly like a broken blowing air vent. I looked to Bruce who stood besides me, as i sat on the floor facing the oppsite wall with chairs. The other inmates faces where masks of no expressions, others eyes were glossed over with unshed tears. Bruce's knee came in contact with my shoulder as his foot tapped my arm. I had the urge to brush him off, but instead i took comfort in his touch, even if it was awfully annoying. The female adult glared at all of us as her stone gaze watched us. They didnt give us any clue or hint to what we were going to face behind that single door, but the feeling it gave off in waves was enough to want to run away and hide.

"Kara Sculley, stand up" the girl slowly rose from her seat, her hand shaking as she clasped them together to hide it. The female instructor marched forwad and grapped the girls upper arm. Inmate around her jumped away in fear.

"Your first." the female instructor barked, as tears started to gather in the girls eyes as she was pulled to the door and pushed thru. Her scream was cut off by the heavy door slaming shut. Everyone elses breath went with her as gasps echoed. In the blink of an eye more and more pale faces inmates dissapeared behind that creepy door. Some stayed as calm as possible as they where pulled towards the door, others broke its ear piercing screams, and crys. Bruce now sat in the chair besides me, as the entire row was empty. The inmates linning the wall oppsite up, all looked to be about to puke. Im sure i looked about that same pale way. The female instructor marched forward, as the booming sound broke the screaming silence.

"Bruce Biswas" i turned my head to face Bruce as he took a deep breath and pushed up from the chair. The female instructor marched towards him and shoved him towards the metal door. He glanced back to me before he was shoved thru, his mouth moved to say something i could make out. Then he was gone, the heavy door slammed shut sending a blast of cold air to attack our uncovered skin. my left side was now cold, i pulled my legs up and rapped my arms around my self to act as a shield, now feeling how alone and scared i really was. what could be behind that large door? why didn't the inmates come back? why kind of test was it? were we all going to die? was it a execution!? Ever time a inmates was called, and shoved thru the door, i counted fifteen minutes. fifteen minutes, a inmate could be tackled, shot, stabbed, grabbed, killed. Maybe i could attack the guard, distract here, start a fight, and run away! Bruce, Bruce, Bruce, what about Bruce, is he dead? is he alright? did he escape?