posted on Jul, 2 2009 @ 11:32 PM
The contest has ended. Congrats to the winners. And now to continue this story.
Cynthia, got off the train with Hector and the rest of the people in that train car. The people gathered en mass in front of a brigade of gunmen in
masks ready to keep any and all in line. A tall uniformed man, wearing a respirator standing above the crowd behind the gunmen spoke:
"Welcome to camp red echo 12. My name is Captain Redfield. This will be your new home for the interim as you have all been tested positive for H2N5b.
Now, I want you to know that I understand you did not officially ask to be tested and that not all of you are showing signs of the sickness yet, but I
assure you that we have kept an up to date and detailed medical record on every US citizen since the outbreak and while you may not appreciate they
way you have been quarantined, it has been down for your safety and the safety of the greater nation. You will receive the best medical care and
comfort we can provide.We do ask that you comply with the rules of our facility at all times as these rules of have been set up to ensure everyones
I understand you all must have questions and their will be a time and place for that after your orientation. You will be segregated for your safety
at this time. I would ask all the women to follow Ms. Haxly to the left down the yellow hall and for all the men to follow Mr. Spears to the right
down the blue hall. I thank you for your complete cooperation with us and God willing we shall find a cure for us all. God be with you and God bless
With that the train let out a vent of steam and lurched into motion. As it left another line of armed guards could be seen waiting for the train to
get out of their way so that the could push the crowd apart into its segregated parts.
In the midst of a chorus of protests and pleas Cynthia, continued the conversation with the only person she knew.
"Are we gonna die?"
"I think so, nobody ever leaves a red camp. We have tried to mount rescue missions before but we never had an luck on a red camp. If I were you I
wouldn't eat anything, it will be quicker that way."
"Dear god, what exactly do they do here?"
"Every unholy thing you can imagine"
The train had cleared the track and the line of guards started moving forward in march step one foot, then other foot, then the one foot, then other
foot, all the time yelling 'MEN TO THE RIGHT BLUE HALL! WOMEN TO THE LEFT YELLOW HALL!" Anyone that lagged behind due to fear or infirmity got a
not so gentle shove in the right direction till they got the idea.
Cynthia and Hector parted ways not knowing if they would see one another again uncertain about their futures and terrified of what was to come.
As the crowd separated Cynthia stayed in the middle trying to look as inconspicuous as possible , meandering in the heard. The hall was big enough to
accommodate all the women at first but as they moved forward it got smaller force them into single file. After awhile of slow progress forward she
could here guards counting people off in tens.
"Alright next ten, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10, STOP!"
"Alright next ten, 1,2,3,4,..."
She made her way through the narrow hallway into a small lobby with ten doors.
"Line up to a door"
A cold chill went through her spine as she noticed nobody stepped back out of those doors. She wondered if this was it.
The doors buzzed open loudly.
She stepped into a small hall with doors on all three sides in front of her. The door behind her closed. She heard another buzz and the door in front
of her opened.
"Please step forward" Said a speaker.
She stepped into a tiny rectangular room with a drain in the middle of a metal floor with a metal bench just to the right and a one way mirror
directly across from the door.
"Name and PIN (personal identification number?)" the mirror asked.
"Cynthia Jackie Roberts PIN 489-256-221."
A drawer opened.
"Please remove all articles of clothing including socks and underwear and place your cloths into the drawer."
She did so. As she was standing there with her feelings of shame and violation she could her another woman screaming. She beat on the glass.
"Hey, whats going on why is that women screaming?!"
"Stop knocking on my window or you will be tazed"
Cynthia stopped and began to sob as she realized what the metal floors were for.
A lukewarm spray fell from the ceiling soaking her. Her eyes stung from soap and tears. The spray stopped and the drawer opened again.
"Dry off and get dressed"
"These aren't my cloths" she said meekly looking through the lousy yellow two piece jumpsuit with matching sandals and towel.
"Dry off and get dressed" the mirror repeated.
She did so. As she put on her sandals she noticed tiny metal threads going all the way around the sandal. She sobbed some more.
The door buzzed again.
"Please step through the door and follow the path to your right."
She did so. The scream and the warning about being tazed had already taught her what the price of non compliance was.
All the side doors were open as she moved right down the path into another hall.
"Step into this room here and take a seat." A guard motioned.
She stepped into a room with a big screen and plastic seats like the type you'd see in grade school. Some of the women started to whisper among one
another but were quickly shushed by the two guards standing in the back of the room.
The whispering ceased.
The room filled and the lights dimmed and the orientation show began.
As Hector was separated from Cynthia he made his way through the crowd of males to the front of the line. Having been to jail before he had an ideal
of what to expect and wanted to make sure that if he was getting a bunk that he got a good one.
As he muscled his way through to the front he did not meet alot of resistance but his last conversation with what might of been that last woman he'd
ever see had put him behind others.
As he was waiting in line in the narrow hall he too heard people counting of numbers by the tens. He decided to count off with the counter one number
out of synch.
"WHOS DOING THAT!"
Nobody said a word but for a few sinkers.
"Remain silent during the orientation process or we will use force to restrain you!"
Hector did not push his luck but smiled at the though of giving the men some uplifted spirits even if only for a moment.
As his turn came up he lined up to the door and step through the double door process into the tiny metal room.
The man behind the mirror asked him " Name and PIN?"
"My name is Hector Isacc Rodriguez and I don't have no stinking PIN"
"Hector Isacc Rodriguez. A PIN number will be assigned to you during orientation. Please remove your cloths including your socks and underwear and
place them into the drawer."
As he took off his cloths he continued to make small talk.
"You better be fully dressed behind that mirror. I'd hate to think some chulo was getting off on me"
The floor electrified as soon as he took his socks off bringing Hector to the floor in writhing agony.
"Mr. Rodriguez, comply with our orders or you will be reprimanded"
"Ahhhhhhh ow.. dang, Who knew your pinky finger had had so much power"
"Stop talking Mr. Rodriguez or you will be tazed again. Now place your cloths in the drawer."
He did so with out further small talk.
As the lukewarm ceiling shower turned on he took that moment to relieve him self in the general direction of the mirror.
The drawer opened up before the spray was completely finished.
"Dry yourself and get dressed"
Hector looked through his blue two piece jumpsuit and sandal set...
"Hey wheres my towel!? How am I supposed to dry off? Are you gonna come out here and blow on me."
The floor electrified again only this time it was a thousand times worse for Hector. His brain did not explode and his eyes did not boil but he only
knew that after the electricity was turned off again. He was thankful he had not bitten off his own tongue. It took him a few moments to recover this
time. He would of rest more but for the voice behind the mirror.
Knowing he could not take much more of that soaking wet as he was he got dressed as quick as he could.
The door buzzed open.
"Step through the door and follow the path to your right"
He did so and followed in line with the rest of the men into a lobby.The guards ordered the men into a room with a big screen and those same style
grade school looking plastic chairs. Hector took his seat and took note of the four guards in each corner of the room. As the lights dimmed he could
not help himself.
"Odelay, Wheres the popcorn?"
"Shut Up or you will be restrained!"
On the outside Hector was putting on a brave face for the men and a spiteful face for the guards, but on the inside he was scared to death that he had
talked to the last women he would ever talk too and that this place would be his final resting place but not before lots of torture. He figured if he
was going down like this he would give them all the trouble he could. It wasn't like they could kill him twice.
As the screen lit up he remained silent to see just what they had to say to the inmates.
[edit on 3-7-2009 by titorite]