I don't want to be here. It looks cold, like no life is present. It's like a prison that we get locked into without having a say in it. And thats the worst part, they are using us.
"Name, number, and age." A tall man asked in a monotone voice, like he is used to children being brought here.
"Vesna, number 006, and 14 years old." I answered, my voice shaky. I would be lying if i said that i was not scared. Who isn't when being brought into The Camp?
It's almost like time does not exist here, but it can't be long since I came in. More people gathered in. The worst thing is that I can count on one hand those who look over 18. The same tall man locked the doors and every single guard started guiding us to the cafeteria. As everyone sat down I glanced around the room, I think there are maybe 200 of us right now. This number can increase or decrease anytime. None should happen honestly.
"Welcome in, everyone." The same man who asked for names said with a perfect posture and a proud voice. "From today your training will start, your rooms will be decided randomly, so if you hear your number please come forward. And don't need to make personal bonds, it's not worth it."
Everyone listened to him. Groups of six formed. Then my number got called with 4 other numbers. Weird, why didn't they call 6 numbers? There is a girl in my room who looks unusually happy, her light reddish hair goes down to her waist. It's similar in length to mine, hers is just a bit longer.
"I am Azalea." She turned to me with a huge smile which looked way too unnatural. "Whats your name?"
"I'm #006." My voice was cold. The guard was right, there is no reason to make personal bonds, it's not worth it at all if you lose it either way.
The guard handed us a few keys for our room. The keychain read: 'room 304'. Everyone went to their rooms. Our stuff was already there. So they did not only kidnap us, but they stole our stuff.
A girl with pink, shoulder length hair was sitting on one of the bunk beds. A scar went over her cheek and on the same side her eye was white, not gold like the other side. She looks a bit older.
"Hi I'm Amelia, what's your name?" Her voice is angelic and pleasant, she got up from her bed, making more injuries visible all over her body.
"I'm Eleanor." The youngest looking girl whispered. I barely heard. Why is she here at this age?
"I'm Zelina." The blonde girl said in a bored tone. Trust me, none of us wanted to be here. But if I have to I would rather bleed out here than somewhere I'm no good.
I guess I got lost in my thoughts, because everyone was staring at me.
"Oh yea, I'm Vesna, but feel free to call me #006."
"You are not getting called by your number, not in this room" Amelia stepped closer. Her voice can make anyone feel safe, despite her looks.
"You aren't special, so don't act like you're the only 'different' one here." Zelina's voice was filled with mockery. I know that everyone is like me, but it doesn't make things right. She accepted her fate fast. Way too fast.
"My name is Nyra." The dark green haired girl said it like it was not important, as if she was talking into thin air.
Everyone chose a bed which was not comfortable, but we don't really have a choice. I don't know what happens tomorrow, nobody said a word.
It was silent, peace finally arrived. Not for long though. Around 4 guards opened our door. First, they took Eleanor. Then Azalea. And next was me. I was carried like an item. It's cleat that they don't care about human life one bit. Oh Lady Astra, please free people of Menia again.
I got brought into a dark room. It was hot, which is unusual for the mid autumn weather. I got laid down on a table, my hoodies sleeve got lifted and one of the guards brought a hot iron to me with 006 on it.
"No, no, no, NO PLEASE DON'T, GET AWAY FROM ME!" My voice broke the silence of the night, and before I realised the hot material was pressed hard to my skin. I felt my skin, my flesh burning, the scent of meat cooking filled the room. I became their weapon. They kept the scolding hot iron pressed into me for longer than I knew was necessary. I was barely conscious when the burning sensation stopped. I felt relieved, but then they brought another one with weird symbols on it. This time the neck of my shirt was lowered, and the branding iron touched my throat and ended just below my heart. This is it. I'm dying here.