Life in the Pits

"Fuck!" 10 shouted as he pulled the patch off his arm.
*Other than that he proceeded to eat his meal and go into the room like usual.

Eight gritted her teeth together and got up from the bed. She could feel heavy and sore, even though she had dome nothing. It was probably the shot. She edged towards the door, and sat down on the chair, anxious.

Three woke up, confused. He blinked, but still couldn't see.

Must be a side effect he thought, getting up.
the voice will fix it.

He then founding himself mumbling something in Arabic. He didn't know where he learned anything but what the voice had been speaking.

Walking over to the door, he finally was able to see the chair. He sat down, pretending nothing happened.

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"To be honest, dear voice, it seems my vision is slightly blurred." Three replied in the kindest way he could.

"Three. 200 lbs, 6'5", Caucasian."

"I am sore," she promptly said. At the next question she answered her usual chain of information. "My name is Eight, I am 118 pounds and 5'6" and I am Caucasian."

Four wakes up and notices, she gets up in a state of shock, she grabs some food but not alot shes not hungry, she walks into the other room trebling and shaking, but not saying a thing.


"G-good morning, I've been better "they". I'm Four, 135 pounds five foot eight. and i'm white" she says this trying to make her voice not so shaky. Then she speaks again "They whats going on?"

"I'm feeling fine...just my arm burns."10 stated as he rubbed his upper arm.
"10. 5'7. 95 lb. White."

6 woke up and felt really strange. He looked around and didn't see anything wrong. However, when he looked at his blanket there were some burnt patches. Like someone tried to set it on fire.

'What the...'

6 swallowed hard and sat up slowly, shaking his head. He wanted to see what was up with 3 and 9 before doing anything rash. Something was going on. Though he played dumb and ate his meal bar quickly before going to the Exam Room.

"Hello Voice," he greeted. He was met with the same two questions and he answered them like he would every other day.

"I feel fine today. I am 6, 125 lbs, 5 feet 10 inches, and I am Caucasian."

9 gets up and stretches, eats as usual....goes to the other room...
"9, 235 pounds, 6 feet 1 inch, caucasian."

"I feel fine as usual"

"Test..." Eight mumbled the herself. She deemed it better not to ask anything. That was the Voice's role, not hers. Instinctively, she crossed her legs and made herself small in the cold chair.

(I answered that but...)

"My vision is blurred, but other than that I am still in top physical condition." Three said.

Four sits down, by falling into the chair. She eats a little; still shaking. "I'd never realize how much i miss my arm." she says trying to make herself feel better.

"Ok?"
9 replies, unsure of what is to come

Three waited in his chair, hiding his nervousness well. This vision was probably a sideeffect of something larger. Maybe there was something out there, maybe they were labrats created so the people on the outside could find cures. Maybe he was chosen because he needed to be cured and tested on. Maybe he was born in a testtube. Or maybe he was insane and should tell himself to stop thinking.

6 swallowed hard, not knowing what to expect. After the strange things that had happened to all of them recently, he didn't think that he could trust the voice anymore.

'Something is going on...but what? It can't be good.'

9 sits and waits...tapping his feet on the floor and his hands patting his lap, full of energy and unable to move

"Yes, you have a red Aura around you. From this distance I can see you clearly, and I'm sure you're not on fire." Three said calmly. He knew the voice would help him... right?