Welcome To The: BUNK

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      The flickers of dying lights revealed a single wide eyed Lacy, the other black and swollen shut. Other flashes of familiar faces appeared holding bags, blankets, weapons, or even other inmates. Inmates huddled around the broken double doors, hidding the window, our awaiting escape. The air was warm with fear, warm with people cowering in fear, warm in suspicion and anticipation. A ghostly blank look of fear washed over Travis's stained blushed face as his dazed gaze found mine. The silent stare was louder then the sirens, louder than the screams. Chills stabbed at every inch of my skin in a bone rattling trembled. We had made it, but not without the sacrifice of another, a traitor, a snitch.

"Travis, you'r hurt!" Maggie sprang forward out of the flashing shadows to grip at his shoulders.

". . .No," he breathed. Maggie pulled the dazed eighteen year old into the flashing shadows with other scared inmates, collecting supplies. I felt a slight upraise in panic, looking around. Where-where . . .he . . .he's not here.

"B-bruce?" I whispered slowly, pushing past a thin line into the window room glowing in early morning twilight light. A dark shinned boy with cracked glasses jumped up holding a long twirling peice of twin. Numerous wires spun around his limbs in effort to keep everything organized and in place.

"Nickles!" A few inmates moved out of Mickeys way in a slow blur. Thin arms rapped around my trembling form, I looked over the boys head for a pair of reassuring dark drown eyes. Or the towering, form of his back, his dark shape hiding in the shadows was nowhere to be seen.

"Bruce?"

"i was so worried, and scared, so scared. i thought maybe that you, that maybe you had gotten your self captured. We heard a gun shot, but now your here-!"

"Bruce, where is Bruce, Mickey!" i gripped his shoulders as he stepped back. his cracked glasses hiding his eyes, reflecting the bright light back at me. They shinned thru the still spinning blur, my head was pinning with the pumping adrenaline running through my veins.

". . I-I don't know" the chilling trembled from the freezing spots on my face spread over my body down to my toes. i looked around trying to see over the blur, to see anything, but flashes of light and black helmet covered faces.

"Benji?" Inmates moved away as i turned away from the stuttering blur of Mickey. Moving back into the flashes of lights and slight echo of alarms, the cold wind blasting my front, my mind a wirling buzz in my scull. A hand on my arm turned me around my bare heels, everything was spinning. The shaved head of Maggie stood taller then me, holding out her pale arm she held a silver flash of bright metal, bullets, a handful of shinny bullets. She wretched the weapon from my hand to fill the chamber in a few quick motions, when she noted my slight hesitation. She pushed the metal into my chest, harder as slow time ticked by. Shouts and screams sounded in the distance, marching steps in rhythm with the screaming alarms melted into the blurr.

"There here!" Someone gasped, running past to hide in huddled, cowering clumlps. Ronnie, she notified the adults. That dead snitch.

"Tip! We have to go!" She screamed pulling me towards the glowing becon of hope.

"What about Bruce!" Maggie wipped around the sparkle of tears shinning on her pale face in the flashes of light. Her nails dug into the numb flesh of my arms. The gun some how had returned into my grasp.

"They're coming we have to go. Now, Tip, now!" she cursed. Screams of inmates became the abonded gymnasium levels alarm as the storming marches became louder.

"No, no, no!"

"Tip!"

"We can't. We can't, Maggie! What about the others!"