Static

INTRODUCTION AND CHAPTER ONE

    "Well?" Connors said, wiping his hand on his camo green monitors vest as if he'd just touched a real worm instead of a girl. "I'm still waiting for an answer."
"Sir, I do not know, sir!" She stammered.

    "Wrong answer." He hissed. "Your still breathing because we think you could be of use. All of you are only here because of your so called "special talents". The United States thinks you are a danger, a threat, if left untamed and in the wild with the rest of civilization free to do whatever you want." He turns to the rest of us here. Worm seems relieved to not be the only one sharing the heat of Connors anymore.

    "So we brought you to this zone, fixed you to behave the way that is expected of you. That way, once you are fully trained you may serve for your great country in the military forces. You may be ghastly beings with very little brains at all but we will take advantage of what you can do and mold you to become soldiers. Mold you to become something other than rotten bugs."

There is yet another rule that must be followed here. No one can look a monitor directly in the eye. So I kept my gaze on the grey wall across from me, the little patch above Flea's head as Connors approached.

He looked me over, staring at me with his beady black eyes for a solid minuet. One minute of complete terror. He glanced at my bed and spit at my feet as he moved on. I struggled to keep from sighing in relief as he walked away.
It took 10 minuets for the inspections to be completed, I counted each agonizing second. Then, Connors and Jennings joined each other at the door where they'd come in.

"At ease!" Commanded Jennings. Again, in unison, I widened my stance and clasped my hands behind my back.
Jennings held up her hand and waved us on, signaling the girls to march forward.
Connors opened the grey door that led out into the rest of the zone.

"Advance!" He ordered, and we did.
The zone was nothing special, it was small and dry. There were only eight bunkers, 3 were reserved for girls, 4 for boys, and the last one housed the monitors. We never saw any members of the boys cabins. Me and my friend, Flea, had come to the conclusion that they're schedules were flipped, meaning while we slept at night and worked during the day, they slept during the day and worked during the night.

We exited our bunker in a neat and orderly line, resisting the urge to shield our eyes from the blinding white that came from the rising Suns rays bouncing off the piles of snow that blanketed the ground.

I was stationed at the back of the line, being the youngest with the eldest at the front. Our white shoes crunched along in the snow that covered the path that desperately needed to be shoveled. I could see out of the corner of my eyes that the other two girls bunkers were exiting and being guided by monitors of their own.

"Halt!" Came the sharp command from Jennings. We were now in the center of the camp and I could see everything from here.
I could see the circle of eight bunkers, and the electric wire fence that lined the area just beyond them. There was a break in the circle of bunkers where a large, no, ginormous, building was located. The mess hall. And the training center. And the infirmary. And the storage facility. It was in that monster building where we spent most hours of our day either eating, training, or organizing the storage. And of course, if you were lucky enough, you were there spending time in the infirmary on a break from your never ending duties because of some health issue or injury. Flea and I had nicknamed the place the Block because it really was just a giant block in the middle of the zone.

All of the lines that had filed out of their separate bunkers and into the middle of the camp were now being instructed to enter the Block. Our line was third to enter since our bunker was number three.