Their Elemental Curse: Book 1

Chapter 19

*Shimizu Hada's POV:

Lunch was absolutely the worst.

According to camp rules, we weren't allowed to talk to anyone as we were eating, so the Cafeteria was as quiet as a mouse.

Guards were carrying guns and standing by the walls of the Cafeteria, watching us.

I couldn't even talk to Beval, whom was sitting right across from me. All we could do was make eye contact with one another.

Robin and Gaia were sitting separately from each other on the other side of the Cafeteria. Not everyone in Group 2 had the same lunchtime, I just so happened to get lucky to have the same lunchtime with my friends.

The meal that they gave us was a foul-smelling egg sandwich with bread as hard as rock, sour chocolate milk, flavorless and uncooked broccoli and not to mention brown mushy apple slices.

I literally had to force myself to eat it without gagging, but Beval wasn't as fortunate.

Minutes after forcing himself to eat it, he threw up everywhere. The guards made him clean it right up

It wasn't a very good sight to see.

The only good thing about lunchtime was the fact that the Cafeteria was at room temperature, like around 70-75 degrees, so we had a thirty minute break from the freezing cold. Either way, many people were still coughing, sneezing and sniffling.

There were so many sick people at the camp, it was crazy. I tried not to touch anyone from fear that I would become sick myself.

It took a few hours, but the temperature outside rose from thirty degrees to forty-five degrees, and it stopped snowing.

It was still cold outside, but a little bit more manageable.

After lunch, I began shoveling snow around my cabin.

My throat was hurting, but my hands weren't as numb anymore. I was shivering from head to toe, but I still thanked God that it got fifteen degrees warmer.

That was the only thing I could thank God for. That was the only thing I could be thankful for.

There was nothing to be thankful for about being in an extermination camp knowing that you were going to die in a couple of weeks. Knowing that you were going to die soon was a tough pill to swallow for many of the prisoners, but they knew they couldn't do anything about it.

And that's what I didn't like.

I didn't like how we could just let them do this to us. I didn't like how we just lost hope and had given up on life. I didn't like how we couldn't fight back.

What was frustrating was that I couldn't even think of an efficient plan to get us out of here.

If I didn't do something about this soon, more people will die. Me and my friends will die.

It was so stressful just thinking about it, frustration started to take over me.

I yelled out in anger and slammed the shovel on the ground.

Many of the prisoners that were around me looked at me, startled.

"Hey dude, are you okay?" one guy asked as he was walking up to me.

"I'm tired of this shit" I mumbled as I looked down at my shovel, clenching my fist.

"Huh? Repeat that?" he asked as he placed his hand on my shoulder.

"I am so freaking tired of this! Look at us, submissively waiting for our fates and doing absolutely nothing to prevent it from happening! Why can't we ju-"