stories that I will never finish

Compound 8

The morning bell buzzed again, its low mechanical clang drumming against my ears as I made my way towards the training building. The entire compound was bustling ,higher ranks elbowing past the huddles of confused Mongrels and making their way towards the showers and nurses rushing back and forth between the hospital bay and the docking grounds at the end of the corridor. My squadron filtered down the left hall and along the stairs until we reached the eerie silence of the sign in dock, where we each took turns stepping through the thick black rectangles that where placed over each doorway and into the scanning bay.
Marco stepped forward in front of me, his black jumpsuit rustling against his backpack, a stark contrast to his shining white hair. He held out his exposed arm to the white garbed nurse to his right and received his injection. He had only just positioned himself underneath the monitor when it beeped twice before glowing green,he then walked through and towards one of the available bays.  The system was efficient, everybody got scanned whenever they entered or exited the compound walls, anyone who resisted was terminated.Simple,clean and fast just like everything else in Compound 8.
The nurse gestured for me to step forwards as she readied my injection and inserted it roughly,the familiar sting still surprising me, she smiled thinly but her eyes remained dormant as I thanked her.I stepped onto the steel platform,my polished boots almost invisible against the shining metal, and stared straight ahead, careful not to breathe too heavily and suggest that I was afraid. Fear was death, every trainee was taught that from the day they arrived, it was drummed into their skull night and day, and yet, I was still afraid, of what I did not know. The heart rate machine to my left maintained a steady pace with my fingers as I rapped them against my thigh. The monitor should have gone off by now, something was wrong. The two guards remained still, nothing but the restless movement of their pupils giving away that they were not made of stone. A soft mumbling rippled through the nurses until finally the monitor beeped. Once, I sighed deeply ,relief flooding my body. Twice, I stepped forwards, my eyes locked on the empty booth ahead of me. Until the monitor beeped a third time, a long high tone that rung against my eardrums, and a heavy hand fell on my chest.
"You need to come with me" I spun around,my immediate reflexes telling me to confront my attacker. A guard stood towering over me, his hand resting on the pistol at his side.
"I don't understand" I stammered, spinning around again to look desperately for an explanation but the nurses remained silent,staring blankly through me.
"4456,conform or face termination" he spoke, taking my wrists in a deathly grip and securing them. I could not speak, I followed the guard through a side exit where we were met by two other guards and filed down the thin corridor in a neat black triangle.