Welcome To The: BUNK

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          standing infront of a closed white door, my arms glued to my side in a nervous protest to knock or not. It was the same day I had showed Maggie the stock pile of supplies, and we both agreed on a mutual respect to one another, to save our family from the wretched clutches of the adults. I had arrived back in the white bunk, before the morning bell rang with time to spare. I took a shower to clean my self and changed into pants and a long sleeved shirt to protect my skin from the cold of the compound. The first bell rang, and as ordered every inmate turned up in the cafeteria to get a strange new colored pill, the new pill was brown. In the elevator after Dr. Green declared dismissal, food was passed around from with in Maggies secret Circle of rebellion. roll call was instructors classes, was slow but not pointless. Mickey informed me of his progress and growing number of explosives, with the help of Reggie in Mickey's own level. After a handful if inmates were left uncalled to a class, we were released back into our levels.

"Move dork, your right in the way!" Pulled from my head, by the rude insults of a passing inmate. Even in times of grave fear, and panic of the sudden change, children are still horriable to one another. I blinked the dazed effect of memory from my vision. I saw my left fist raised, nuckles turned pink, yellow then white, I mentally laughed at my childish nervousness at trying to knock on a white plastic door.

"Clare?" I jumped at the sudden voice near my left ear. Turning, forcing my self to leave the dazed state I came to face a pale collar bone, partly covered by a dsrk blue shirt. I traveled the familar pale neck up, seeing a dark freckle under a pale sharp chin, and ending at a pair of dark eyes locked with mine. All reason for coming here, to knock, or stand outside his door slipping thru the claws of my brain.

"Clare, are you alright?"

"Oh. . .yes, yes sorry. Umm. . . What's with the bag?" I asked gathering my scattered brain. Bruce held a brown bag tucked under his arm, a bag diffrent from any seen here before.

"Its just, spare computer parts and tools, a light panel broke in my arm" he informed and stepped forward, with a click his room door opened.

"You coming in?" Bruce stood in the door way, holding the door open to expose his living quarters to the entire hall. I took a breath pulling all my wondering thoughts back to the center with little invisible strings of matter and space.

"Sure."

"Watch your step, the doors likes to swing shut with a bang. Sorry its a mess" he gave a nod of his head, moving aside still holding the door as I walked in perharped to share the details of my morning meeting with Maggie, and how well it went. Bruce's room was as white as any other white bunk bedroom. The same metal frame piled with a thin blacket, matress, and pillow stood bolted to the floor. A thin metal table and stool on the wall besides the door, ahead on the oppsite white wall from the door stood the thin silver locker. Everything looked to be the same as any other room, but his room was diffrent, very diffrent. The smell wasnt the nose curling stentch of harsh chemicals, no it was the smell of him, a firm scent of soap and dust.
It reminded me of the window, the dust scent.

"Is your room bugged?" I asked referring to any listening or watching devices hidden in the room.

"No, its not bugged i promise. we are free to speak here"

"Good, I have news" I stated traveling my gaze around the room.

"Sorry for the mess, I don't really get to much company" he chuckled from behind me as I stood in the centet. The door slammed shut with a gust of cold air. Bruce shuffled past picking up clouths carelessly discarded onto the white foor. He flung the cloths onto the metal table, cluttered with mechanical Parts ranging from a old rusty bolt to a bundle of electronic wires from a elevator button panel. I watched as Bruce dropped the bag knto a clear spot on the metal table, and cleaned up the rest of the clouthes, putting them into the locker. I turned my head to the left as something caught my attention. On the white wall sat a few white peice of paper stuck in place with a clear rectangle substance. I moved closer to the wall to see something strange on the pieces of papaer, something diffrent.