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Rise and shine beautiful world…
Beautiful world….
They were mere phrases, coming from a simple radio. This moistened environment, filled with steaming pipes, rusted walls and mold that served as food to anorexic little rodents which twisted and scrapped, in a disturbing manner, for survival…were quiet now.
The illumination was artificial and humidity increased when reaching those small claustrophobic corridors.
To the left and to the right, several metal doors were shown, all filled with rust and moldy corners that were protected by a humidity that even made the walls, sweat.
The simple rotations of the vents were always low when the screeches, were heard. No one liked to hear the screeches as they brought fear in to the unfortunate exiled.
Hygiene seemed lacking, mostly because it was a habitat for the dead and Doctors. They always enjoyed categorizing and classifying, dwelling in yellowish books of unorthodox nature. Some had ethic, others did not. Others were sympathetic, others were not. Yet, all of them lacked empathy.
They enjoyed the sound of rubber twisting, the cold skin of the dead and the warmth of the blood. They were faceless and macabre with their masks and white infected coats.
It could be categorized as a concentration camp, just more organized and systematic in it´s functions and purposes. Neither gas chambers nor starvation was seen, just the smell of the dead and hearing screams.
“Sit that one in chair 5…” He ordered, clocked and faceless, performing it´s duty while horribly inhaling and expelling air from the suffocating mask.
The hall was filled with chairs, machines attached to electrical strings from above the ceiling. The chairs had leather belts and some were even bloodied. It was like a butcher house. Cries and weeps were smoothed down by the sound of water and machinery working as they grabbed the hyperventilating children and putted them in chairs. These cold and humid gloves would often pull them by force and tighten the belts.
Then, the screams intensified as machines began to work, shaving their head in a violent yet effective manner as one as the Doctors released the child from the chair.
Running was useless, mostly because their path was decided by those corridors. Those who didn´t want to move, were pierced by batons that seemed to be electric.
Like cattle they were and she…was in the line.
She awoke in a cell before being dragged towards the corridor where masked men began to separate them by sex and age, forcibly pulling them apart while pushing them in to different entrances. It was horrible when they pulled them by the hair, dragging them in to ground or forcibly awakening the unconscious ones, with cold water.
“This, in chair 6” One of the Doctors muttered while boiling his gloved hands with some sort of water before pulling her by the hair, she even tried to make some strength against him but the floor was too moist.
The Doctors pushed her in to the chair and used the belts as the machine began to do it´s work.
The shaving seemed an eternity to her. It was humiliating and painful to see your own hair being cut off in that manner, and now, she wounds would be noticeable. Her carmine eye and her missing ear, along with many other scars, were visible.
After the painful process of shaving was finished, she was then sent, through another corridor.
The girls before her were either trembling or crying as the incessant screams in front, intensified as the new hall was shown…
It was pandemonium when the girls realized what was happening. Panicked, she even tried to push herself in to the corridor again before she was grabbed by the throat.
One by one they were ripped, stripped of their clothes, nude while being hosed by a burning liquid that seemed like acid pouring in to their skins. Their eyebrows and pubic hair began to fall and not even their eyelashes were spared.
She was still being stripped from her undergarments, silent from the fear of being hit. They skinned her like an animal, completely nude before pushing her against a wall and bath her, at hose point while another girl, suffered the same fate.
After the excruciating bath, they dragged her by the shoulders towards a medical table. The scenario was a corrupted version of hospital, bloodied and scented with blood. It was a morgue in all it´s literal aspects. Her feet scrapped that wetted bloodied ground, almost unconscious as she observed that some of the girls.
Some didn´t resisted the water and convulsed in a corner. No one seemed to care as they were pilled in to the fridges. Hypothermia was starting to kill the weak and she feared it.
She was nude, cold and starved as they tied those belts around her body.
The white light she saw was substituted by a reddish one as the Doctors, approached.
“Let´s brand her gentlemen” The voice echoed in her mind as they forcibly tattooed her. She felt so cold and tired…The blurred voices; she wanted to run yet, she did not have the strength for it.
They examined her in that table. What they sought was simple, if she was pregnant they would make her abort but there were no signs of intercourse. Nevertheless they injected her with a serum to avoid any unauthorized breeding, a normal procedure.
“Philip, come over here…” One of the Death doctors murmured, touching with his rubber gloves her skull in order to expose the partial missing ear and blind eye of the left side.
“Nothing too damaging….With time, her eye can regain sight but her ear and the scars of the neck cannot be surgically removed.” One of the Medics added as the others continued to do their macabre job in other tables.
For a while, the Doctor tried to think. After all, it was a shame to dispose such fine specimen over mere scars until….
“I want her left side tattooed, especially the neck. Give me the brand paint, I´m gonna try be artistic here”
“Even though you branded her you still want to draw? What a waste of paint…” The young doctor muttered before switching to another table.
Nevertheless the drawing began, her blood even leaked all over the table and the crude drawings that appeared to be wire, were drawn….
“Look´s like you live” The Doctor muttered before the table was substituted by another specimen and this unfortunate one….was already dead from so much waiting. His amusement in painting killed one. And he did not seem a bit thoughtful about it.
After all, if it isn´t human….there is no need for remorse….
“Regarding the transfers…”
Silent and atmospheric reunion room, mostly repetitive and filled with working stress as the men, all in their cubicles, typed over the computer.
Deceased….
Deceased…
Deceased…
And it never ended…More profiles, more work.
Those blank glasses, those suits and continuous typing that made the ambient music even silent when they reached frenzy. The constant mumbles and coughs, working like machines with machines.
The walls were filled with pictures of high representatives, flags and others decorative yet fearful signs. Who was in charge? That´s what the pictures symbolized.
In one of the cubicles, mostly a tired man that transferred foreigners to Europe, couldn´t believe the bad luck of the unfortunate one. Even though thoughtful, he typed in the computer.
“Deceased…”
And after a while, he opened another storage program for the so called deceased. Mostly the location, transferences and their true status were stored there.
“Transferred to Europe Branch…” Slightly trembled the voice upon knowing were exactly the foreigners were going. Curiosity took over him, if he just typed deceased and forgot about it.
The so called EU suffered a horrible Black Plague. This outbreak quickly reduced the population in less than 30.
It was simply post-apocalyptic, the crumbled buildings from the war and the famines along with diseases. All that remained were camps and technological corrupted scenarios.
Who to blame? It was pretty obvious yet the EU…..still requested specimens, especially the foreign ones.
Those in Europe go to Europe. Those in America, stay in America.
The date showed that she was sent over a week ago…Nothing more could be done unless type and type and type…
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