Welcome To The: BUNK

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         "Drag. Tip, its too early to be dragging me around like this!" Maggie hissed. I felt her arm shift to grasp my wrist halting me in my pulled attempt to lead her to a suprise. My quick steps, and Maggie's heavy stomps echoed in the dark halls, lights flickered above us, acting as a protest, as if the building it's self knew what was going on, what was going to happen soon.

"Tip!"

"Its just a surprise, you'll like it."

"I hate suprises"

"You'll like this, trust me" I released her arm, feeling almost childish for dragging her along with me bouncing on my toes. Maggie began to curse me under her breath in many Compound level slang, some I blocked out. I jumped up the steps of the stairs leading up, the map to the window memorized in my head. I kept my gaze forward following the slight glow at the end of the hall. The glow coming from the window exposed by forced open metal doors. Days have passed since Dr. Green and his parade of marching guards arrived. Many weeks, almost a entire mounth since real soild food has been offered in the white bunk, only the little mysterious orange pill. Inmates that did not eat the pill after a few days, dropped from starvation and dehydration, and left on the hospital unit not returning. We had lost Oscar, and Tessa, before we started to eat into out hidden stash of food, using that to subside our hunger. In effecr, we had to search for more food to store, to safe for the unknown journey ahead. I reached the pulled gap between the to metal doors at the end of the hall, turning back to watch a blank faced Maggie slowly step up the steps and down the hall.

"Is this the abounded room with the window isn't it?" She bluntly confirmed.

"Come see for your self" I moved into the gap to block the dull glow for a moment. Cloudy light shinned thru the weather wipped glass, casting the entire room in a calm haze. I looked forward to fine a large, growing pile of bags and blankets in the corner of the room, under the wobbly metal table.

"Holly shank, . . ." Maggie whispered venturing into the room, stepping over the pipe. She moved quickly to stare out the window, her hands pressed up agasint it, her nose bent.

"Now I understand why your always dissapearing" she released an awed chuckle. Her breath making soft clouds on the worn dusty glass scattered with prints of other inmates. It became a unspoken tradition, to slap your hand print on the dusty window every time you dripped off a supplie or much-needed material.

"Is that the fence you mentioned, out there?"

"Yes " she snorted her replie, stepping away from the window, to wipe dust off her black shirt front.

"Is this the suprise?" She questioned crossing her arms over her chest. All tired announce and anger she showed towards me, gone. Her face remained as blank as a white bunk wall, but her eyes sparkled with quite mischief, catching the cloudy light.

"Dont act so cracked, I know you have been waiting to see it" I dared tease her. She glanced my way to send a narrowed glare, before returning her shinning gaze to the stained glass to the dead field ahead.

"Perhaps, but not all of us can just dissapear to look out a. . .window, when ever we want" she snapped, returning to her old blunt, scowling self. She turned fully away from the old glass to face me, leaning back agaisnt the wall. I bit my tong to hold back a string of insults wanting to be released, to challenge her stuck up attitude, but I reframed. I just got in good terms with the intimidating aggressive girl, I didnt want to jeopardize the plan or the growing friendship.

"I guess not, but someone has to keep track of the supplies" I retorted stepping aside to show the stock. Maggie moved forward with silent steps, and kneeled down to inspect the pilot equipment before her. She began to pull numerous bags out in open the helms to peer inside then closed it and did the same with another over and over again, until she seemed satisfied with each bag.