Static

INTRODUCTION AND CHAPTER ONE

Once we finish we are escorted out on our weak and weary legs. As we walk once more down the stairs to the mess hall for dinner, we pass the girls from bunker one who are heading up to where we'd just come from. We'd finished organizing the storage but they had the task of cleaning the floors, dusting the shelves, and anything else they were told to do.

Dinner is the same as lunch. Same gross odd smelling substance and nasty bread. I sit at the same place that I did during lunch and I keep my eyes fixed on my food as I try to talk myself into eating it. Even though I'm starving, like at this point I would literally kill for a donut, this monstrosity is not a donut and I'm not sure it would satisfy my hunger. But I convince myself to eat it and little by little I gulp it down until 4:30 rolls around. At that point we are shown out of the mess hall and back outside just as bunker two is coming back in.

"Get a shovel and remove the snow from the left half of the zone!" Shouts Connors. "And be quick about it!" He adds as I pick up one of the bright red shovels that the bunker two girls left leaning against the wall of the Block.
I work with purpose along the wide paths that lead up to the door of every bunker. From the center of the zone. The paths are long and it takes us twenty minutes to finish each one and with five paths on the left side, we finally finish at at least 6.

"Halt! Return your shovels to the wall and fall in!" The order comes from Jennings and I follow it, resting my shovel against the Block and coming to my spot at the end of the line in front of Connors and Jennings.
Flea is a little behind, she's moving slowly and when she realizes she's the only one not in line yet, the utter look of horror that rises onto her face is enough to understand what's going through in her mind. She knows that if she doesn't find her spot now, she's going to be next on Connors' chopping block.

So of course she picks up her pace and her feet scurry over to the line. But of course, because life just loves to watch us suffer, she slips on a patch of ice and goes down with a thud. She's quick to her feet again and hops in line right in front of me. She's shaking now, and I know it's not just from the cold.

I've been here for three years. I've seen Connors every single day since they brought me here. I know that he is not going to let Flea off the hook. And I'm right. He approaches her, taking his time to get there.

"Flea!" He barks in her face and I can almost see the spit fly off his lip into her face.
"Sir, yes sir!" She squeals.
"You should be ashamed to call yourself a soldier, you are slow, clumsy, the worst example of obedience that I've ever had the displeasure of laying my eyes on." He's not backing down and I know how much Flea's natural instinct is telling her to fire back. Back before Ant became just like the rest of them, the three of us, we were the only ones in our bunker who managed to not be as effected by the abuse and "introductory training", as they called it, when they first brought us in. I don't know why, Ant used to say it was just because we had the strongest minds out of everyone else. Sometimes I wish that I didn't have a strong mind, that my brain could just fall into sync with the rest of the girls. I guess it'd just be easier to go along with it willingly as opposed to faking it and constantly fighting your instincts to say something back, or to show that you actually care about how your being treated.

"You know, I don't care much for your complete lack of effort. Would to you like me to show you what I do to girls who don't give me their all for everything they are told?" He asked but it was for pure amusement. He wanted her to say no, he wanted her to back down, to reassure him that he was the alpha.

"Sir, no sir!" She replied. A slow smirk began to spread its way across Connors' ugly face.
"I'm afraid I'm going to show you anyway." No.
Connors had barley finished speaking before his fist collided with Flea's stomach and sent her flying back. Had I not sidestepped out of the way, I'd be sprawled out on the pavement along with her. I had to resist my urge to go help her to her feet.

Connors still wasn't done. He came closer and landed a swift kick in her side. Flea moaned and clutched the spot where he'd struck. He kicked her again, this time harder, and her hand was bleeding where the metal toe of his boot had sliced it.

I had never known this feeling before. Seeing my friend being hurt like this, me standing less than two feet away and watching it happen. It was a consuming amount of guilt that was threatening to swallow me whole and before I knew it, before I could stop myself, I let the guilt get to me.
"Stop, your gonna kill her!" I shouted at Connors, sounding as desperate as a I felt.
Well, he sort of listened. He stopped kicking Flea, but he turned slowly to me and I knew from the fire glowing in his eyes and the way he grind his teeth that I had made a terrible mistake.

HEY GUYS! THANKS FOR READING CHAPTER ONE OF STATIC. ID LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU ALL THINK OF IT SO PLEASE LET ME KNOW, I ACCEPT CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM BUT PLEASE DON'T BE JUST PLAIN MEAN! I HOPE TO FINISH A CHAPTER EVERY THREE DAYS OR SOONER IF I CAN. THIS CHAPTER IS A RATHER LONG ONE AND IM PLANNING ON MAKING FUTURE CHAPTERS SLIGHTLY SHORTER, WHAT DO YOU THINK? THANKS AGAIN FOR READING! XX