The Lost: The Worst War of My Life

Chapter Eleven

I walk up to the mirror in my 10x20 foot room and look at the scar on my nose.

"How's it healing?" Blackman ask.

"Looks better than yesterday." I answer.
We've been in this room for maybe 3 months now. Haven't seen the sun at all.

"What do you think is on the agenda today?" Blackman ask me.

"Probably the same shit we've been doing." I answer him.

"Scrubbing the floor with our toothbrushes?"

"No, we might get promoted to the toilets today."

We both start to laugh. Like I said we've been here for 3 months and haven't seen Parker or Jeffery at all. So they're either dead or in better conditions than us.

"How's your hand?" I ask Blackman.

"Still hurts like a bitch, but won't affect my scrubbing."

I laugh and reply to him, "It never does."

"Hey Henry's?"

"Yea?"

"Are you scared?"

"To be honest, not at all. I know Parker and Jeffery are planning on how to get us out of here. It's just a matter of time before they do."

"Me neither, I just..... I miss my family you know?"

"I know man we all do, but right now we need to get to work and get shit done so we can think about them later."

"You're right. You ready?"

"Yea lets go."

We're not on complete lock down. We get to go to our workstations, to the cafeteria, to our rooms. In that order. We weren't serious when we said we scrub floors with our toothbrushes. We weren't lying at the same time. We're the janitors of this fine establishment. We mop, mop, and mop. Occasionally a nice looking girl will come by in her heels and dress and we get to stare for a second. Besides that I just get to look at Blackman's ugly ass. Once we reach the janitor closet we grab our equipment and get to work. Breakfast was just served so we always start there. After about 30 minutes of mopping a voice from a doorway yells at us.

"The General wants you two ASAP."

We put down our mops and start following him to the generals office.

"What do you think this is about?" Blackman ask me.

"Probably wants us to spit shine his shoes or some shit." I answer him.

"I swear to god I'm going to kill him someday."

"Yea if I don't beat you to it." We both laugh before walking into his office. If you haven't realized, the General is the same guy that likes to stab people in the hands.

"Welcome gentleman. Please sit."

I walk in and am shocked and actually freeze when I see Jeffery standing right behind his chair.

"......Jeffery." I say.

"Hey, you do not speak to him! Understood?" He yells at us.

"Yea" We both answer.

"Jeffery has been promoted to guard and today's his trial day so don't fuck it up for him."
Jeffery hangs his head.

"Ok so how are you guys liking your positions?"

They're lousy what you think?" Blackman answers.

"Well as you probably know today is your 150 day probation hearing."

"Has it really been 5 months?" I ask him.

"That would be 150 days right?" He answers. "Now I want to give you more opportunities to grow here. How does that sound?"

"Anything is better than mopping up piss and shit all day, so what you got?" Blackman answers.

"I was thinking maybe promoting you two to lands men."

"Yea that sound great." I answer.

"Well then you guys finish your shifts and tomorrow report to Mr. Handy on the first floor room 27."

"Ok." We both answer.

"I'm sorry what was that?" He ask.

"Yes sir." We both answer again.

We then get up and walk out of the office and back to the cafeteria.

"How the fuck is Jeffery a guard, that's a level 3!" Blackman says with hatred.

"I have no idea but we're going to find out."