Welcome To The: BUNK

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         I sat on the twenty second stair platform, the silver door behind my back. A thin ichy stolen white bunk blanket rapped around me, as i tried to preserve my warmth for my self. The conversation i held with Maggies group ran over in my head, thier words, thier expressions. Tonight i would let that inmate lead the way to the one hundred and thrid floor to these so calles claiming games, and then i look for what i need. The entire plan was rattling around in my brain waiting to be sprung into action!. . . Maybe thos is why im called reckless so much. Time ticked by as it left like years of my life where slipping away. So many things are going to happen soon, everything was to quite in the facility, the doctor's, the guards, the training, even some of the inmates. It all pointed in the direction of sounds of screaming. i pushed all this from my brain and down to my feet, away, far away, but that wasn't far enough. i released a held breath and let my body slide to the side, my head dropping onto a flat double stacked pillow.

i lurched upright, a gasp rang out as my lungs sucked in breath. i blinked awy the image of the faceless crearture as the darkness fadded away, i turned to look around to see the white tiles and sikver door of the white bunk stair way. Warm tears leaked form my eyes as the soreness in my neck stabbed at my spin, i had fallen sleep. i held a breath and released it to calm my beating heart as a metal excersice, i wiped away my tears and got up. Gathering up the bedding materials, and folded them correctly as habit, no creases, no wrinkles, flat and square as was drilles into me as a young age. I hid the blankets and pillows on the under side of the platform i was on, stuffed into a crack between the metal and the wall. No one would see it unless they were looking for it. Pulling my self back onto the pervoise platform, i glanced at my watch to read it was, one-twenty eight in the morning. I was asleep for a hour and an half, that was longer then last night. If my timing was correct i still had an hour until the white bunk games begin, a hour to finish a fragile plan building in my head. A hour before i meet them all in the enclave to tell my plan out loud for once.

The window can be the exit point, no cameras up there, and from what i saw its not that far from the ground. The rest of the cameras and adults will be a issue if not dealt with. There was many risky holes in this sudden idea but the only one that came to mind was, how are we going to get out thru the window? Then what? One step at a time. I pushed my self out of a sluggish feeling, getting away from the platform. I turned and opened the twenty second platform door behind me, a cold breeze glued onto my skin. Maybe i could find the place where the camreas record data and erase certin levels, a open window of time? The thin metal door shut behind me, pushing me forward into the twenty second level. I made my way lazily down the white hall passing closed doors, holding sleeping inmates. This would be a great time to steal more white bunk stuff considering i still have the flashlight Bruce had. Bruce. . . No, i cant think of him right know, hes not going to help us.

As i passed under the black orb i dared my self and looked up, then went on to the elevator. Swiping another white bunks inmate stolen swipe card, the silver doors opened. Stepping in, i let my brain wonder, watching the doors slide close, but it only dragged me back to the bunk. . . and all there faces. I pushed then away, not allowing my self to feel remorse it was my fault, and helping these inmates escape i hopefully will redeem my self. I didn't realize i was almost in tears until warm liquid clouded my vision. Blinking back the tears, i took a deep stutteres breath and looked to my watch, it was time to meet the others. Reaching forward, i puched the correct button to get to the female shower hall floor. The elevator began to hum with electricity but stopped as the doors frozen, then slide open. A huntched over being leaned against the entrance frame, almost falling over as the doors opened fully. My hand sprang to the side waist band of my jeans, grasping the weapon. who could it be? I raised the weapon as a being stumbled in coughing, and stuttering.