Welcome To The: BUNK

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     Dark red spots speckled the walls of the silver elevator, the horrid rusty, malefic scent dominating the cold air, as silence took over the volume in no such comfort. the slight "ding" the elevator offered every time we go over a floor, was the only noise heard from our shuttered breathing. Travis buckled down to sit on the floor, his head leaning against a clear spot on the wall, sweat colored his pale forehead in drops. A cold breeze passed over my spin as my wondering gaze, caught the hazel shine of Ronnie's eyes, a un-easy feeling passed over my spine catching her eyes. a familiar feeling, a feeling i have always had hanging on my shoulders. The feeling was distrust, suspension. 

"Ronnie?"

"ya?" she answered turning to lean against the speckled wall of the silver room, calmly. 

"Did you drop your bag?" Ronnie's eyebrows connected in confusion, before her gaze trailed down to the bags both glued to Travis and my shoulder. She blinked her eyes a few times to clear up the confusion in her dark eyes before giving a lazy shrug.

"i dropped it getting away from a guard" she answered, once again calmly she spoke. this wasn't like her, this was out of character, Ronnie was a loud person much like lacy but not as cheerful about everything. Ronnie was usually more closed off and sneaky like Sheen, this was nothing like her.

"Are you alright?" Travis asked now awake, eyes wide, head turned up.

"yes i'm fine, tip whats with the questions i'm sure we have other bags in the stash" Ronnie Spoke with another lazy shrug of her uncovered shoulders. that's not right, Ronnie was with me when Maggie and Lacy helped pass out the bags to everyone involved with the escape plane there is no longer and stash.

"there is no stash, remember Ronnie you helped me and a few others pass out the rest of the bags two days ago" Travis stood on his legs reaching his full height as Ronnie turned back to face us her face bank then twisted into a look of anger. I felt my fingers ich to turn the safety off the weapon in my hand, but feelings of grief kept my fingers stuck in a fist. Ronnie  moved her hands to grip her thick curly hair and released a deep breath.

"Sorry Tippy. my brain is still rattling from those gun shots, i cant think straight i'm as scared as Sheen seeing a tiny bug on his bed!" she snapped, and released her hair to drop her arms down.

"im trying to be calm, but its not working i'm so scared!" she declared, whipping the back of her free hand under her left closed eye. i felt my arm release the tension in my fist, the feeling of distrust and uneasy tension drifted from my tried form, as the elevator started to slow as we neared our final floor.

"Tip, stop being a jerk" Travis barked with a grim frown as he patted Ronnie's shoulder. i shook my head to clear away the still floating uneasy feeling, and turned to face the silver door ready to spring out if needed. dropping down i picked up the dropped white plastic swipe card from the dirty tan floor and placed it back into my bag. standing up i faced the others my brain turning with thoughts to our next moves.

"alright whats the plane?" Travis asked pulling out his own weapon. the veins in his arm thick as he tightened his grip on the handle of metal looking to bend under the force.

"Shoot anyone you don't know, and run" i answered, raising my own weapon, as the doors slowly opened. the hall was dark as lights flickered to life in random patterns. we all waited a moment searching the flickering shadows for any movement of any kind, from the large frame of a guard to the small shuffle of a rat, but we saw nothing. Travis leaped out to stand in point, holding the weapon high.

"Travis you go ahead. scout out ahead for any guards. there might be some stationed in the gyms" Ronnie ordered voice flat.

"you got it, Ron's" Travis said and raced forward silently. for such a large frame he had he always had the talent of being silent when ever he wanted. i was slight jealous if not for the current situation we were in. i turned to see Ronnie move out of the elevator, her own gun out in hand.