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"10284"

"Here"

"39027!"

"Here!"

"53853"

"H-here. . ."

"33975" No answer.

"33975!" Whispers kicked up from the turning heads. Eyes searched out the pale face that was about to bring us all down to the shoe, or a type of it.

"33975!" The guard now screamed. Inmates released muffled screams and clung to the mental cafetira tables for dear sad life as the black suited stiff velcro marched around tables, there legs dissapearing in the crowd of heads, backs, cowering shoulders. A guard shouted out rattling the hanging lights, as the guard stopped his parade to stand behind head lowered inmate. The guards arm became a blur as a sick crunch noise rang in the packed white room. A inmate behind me gave a muffled gagging hack, a splashing noise followed as the guard tugged a crying, gasping inmates head up to reveal a gushing bloody nose. A new rancid, sadly familiar smell lofted up from behind me. Sheen then gagged from in front of me, he turned in his seat but didn't throw up. Travis and Ronnie leaned away from him with disgusted expressions. I would of laughed at how weak his stumic was, but the current situation had me itching towards the blue bag in my lap that held my a scene of safety, the gun.

"10480!"

"H-. . .h-h-here!" I glanced over following the root of the source of shaking meak vocals to see shaking Lacy with wide eyes. She sat a few tables away with Benji, Tessa, Oscar and a few other enclave inmates with equally scared expressions.

"26674!"

"Here!" A new inmate answer, with a strong steady voice I envied with a deep jealousy. Silence quickly spread over the white bunk cafeteria as the guards barking codes, only releasing a buzz of radio silence. If you listened past the marching steps of heavy boots, and the hum of electricity you could hear every inmate in the room, even the inmate sitting backs to the white walls, release a deep sigh. Confusion sizzled from one pale turning face to face, eye brows knitted together. inmates dropped there head into there hands and wept, and a few fell back to sleep on shoulders of friends. I turned back around to the table I sat at, looking to the inmates I considered very close friends. Maggie sat besides me sitting with a pole connected to her spine, arms crossed, face grim. Ronnie leaned over onto Maggie her mouth moving to speak silent words. Travis's tried eyes darted around looking for something, and was also patting Sheens back. Sheen gave a quite groan dropping his head on the metal table with a soft thud.

"Where's Bruce?" I mouthed to Travis as our gaze locked across the metal table. Travis shrugged his wide shoulders in a odd motion as we were all practically squashed in the over pact room. A pinch on my exposed shoulder brought my attention to the left to Maggie.

"He left." Maggie mouthed eyes narrowed. She moved her fingers to show a pair of legs walking away on the palm of her hand. I turned my head to the side to emphasize my own confusion. Bruce walked away after warning the enclave inmates? I shook my head to clear it, to many unpleasant scenarios flying around. My body arched and burned in places I didn't know I had muscle tissue. Claiming thru level, after level, after level of slick cold metal air vents to reach my correct floor was chaotic, and straining being crammed in a small space for so long. The claim was worth it to not be detected.

I had emerged two floors below my assigned white bunk room, using Bruce's swipe card I took the elevator up to my designated level and slipped happily into my cleaned out room. Then I was left alone to have dsrk silence scream at me in a thousand guilty, ashamed, angry, fearful, sarcastic, scared voices. The morning Buzzer did not sound, instead the eery scratching voice of Dr. Green sounded over a speaker demanding all images file into the cafeteria for roll call. I had half a mind to to scream, curse, cry and jump right back into the white bunk ventilation system to hide. The very thought scent guilt to crush me, leaving everyone I claimed to want to save to face the adults alone would be just the same as abandoning them. By the looks of the outcome of familar faces spread out along the inmates gathered in the cafetira, Bruce has successfully warned the enclave and gotten them out safely.