Special Children (Experience 1: Survival)

Day 8

1 week 1 day (morning) (216-188 children) (4 special)

The knight was back with another similar creature. All the children had been pushed out of their holes and they clung to the walls.

“I’M SURE YOU SAW SOME PRETTY COOL STUFF IN THE LAST WEEK.” The knight said. “WE WANT PEOPLE LIKE THE FOUR WE ALREADY HAVE.”

In the little girls mind images of Purple, Stone and the two other kids appeared.

“THEY ARE VERY SPECIAL. WE WANT YOU TO BE LIKE THAT. WHEN YOU BECOME LIKE THAT YOU WILL GET MORE FOOD AND EVERYTHING WILL BE A LOT BETTER.” The kids started to look interested. All they had to do was do awesome stuff and they could have a better life? Maybe the little girl’s leg could be better.

“BUT UNTIL THEN…EVERYDAY WILL BE HARD. PEOPLE WILL DIE. THOSE WHO ARE NOT SPECIAL WILL DIE.” The creature growled.

“Me special!” A kid yelled. The knight turned towards him.

“WHAT MAKES YOU SPECIAL? IF THERE IS NOTHING SPECIAL I WILL HAVE TO KILL YOU.” He said. The kid trembled. He grabbed sand in his hands. All eyes watched as they expected him to do another amazing thing. He blew on the sand and it fell back to the ground.

“See, special.” He mumbled. The knight walked towards the kid with the creature. The child seemed to get the idea, because he ran away, screaming and saying he was sorry.

“NOW BECAUSE OF YOU, OTHERS WILL DIE AS WELL.” The knight said and released the creature. The little girl’s voice joined the others in the screaming as the creature grabbed any child it could find and killed them.

Panic filled the little girl as the creature came running towards her. She couldn’t run, her leg hurt too much. The only thing she could do was scream.

“NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!” She screamed in its direction. The creature ignored her and went for another child before it was stopped by the knight. It had killed enough.

“THAT’S UNFORTUNATE. WE WERE ON SUCH A ROLL.” The knight said. The kids were sent back to their holes.

***1 week 1 day (afternoon) (188 children) (4 special)

The little girl didn’t understand. Why didn’t the creature eat her? Why did it go away? The little girl tried to look under her bandage.

That’s all she did every day, after the morning. She would sit here and ask herself questions and look at her wounds.

Yesterday she had started to draw things in the sand. Her sand was also a bit red because of her blood, but not as much as the one outside. Was she special too? But she didn’t do anything amazing. It didn’t make sense.