I walked calmly observing everything that passed in front of me. Sabrina walked in front of me leading me to somewhere outside the building and I could already see the sky, it was kind of gray but still beautiful.- Wait here. boys. - She tells the guards behind us and we enter a women's locker room.The environment was lined with light tiles and contained cabinets and cabins with probably showers. Much cozier than where I came from.- Here, you can wear this - She hands me a change of clothes with a spandex set. - It should fit. You can shower right here, I'll have to go to the combat class and you'll participate.- Thanks. - I say going to one of the cabins taking off the only piece of clothing I had.I was surprised when I saw that it had two faucets, one red and the other blue, and I marveled that the water was already hot. I closed my eyes enjoying the feel of the water on my body.Yes, that feeling was wonderful

Corridors is the physical form of suspense and nervousness, of terror. You don't know what comes next.I was in one, strapped to a gurney being wheeled to a place that would be my new nightmare. For sure.- Let me go. let me go - I say low as if using my last breath.- Is she still conscious? You need to increase the dose of the sleeping pill for this one. - Says one of the two footmen who led meThe cemented walls with cracks and some doors passed like figures around me, leaving me disoriented. The cracks and doors served as a factor in the hypnosis I was feeling.It was a long gray corridor, I knew that at the end there would be a black door that would be the invitation to a new session of pain and suffering.- Let me go! - I pull my wrists that are trapped and I can't get out - Please - I beg - Stop it.- How many ml did you give for this one?- 15ml, you know they shouldn't go into deep sleep, you need to be with a minimum of awaren

Pov PatrickIt was 7:37 in the morning and I still hadn't slept, I noticed that the sun had just risen due to the heat I started to feel. I spent the night trying to track and identify the invaders and now I was helping civilians who were injured.I just want a bed.- Alpha. Wow, it's awful. - Carlos appears to me- Tell me something new or care and do your part in all this - I say no patience walking and checking everything as I pass.Most houses that were burned down can be restored, not completely destroyed or disabled for use. Starting a fire is the simplest and easiest way to make a diversion to attack or invade, which is why in my ascension I changed the protocol for fires. Guards, combat medics and firefighters are notified and dispatched to the scene. Not all, obviously, just a part of each to speed up the identification of the danger, whether it was an accident or deliberate.Fires at night, even though they are more frequent, are always a susp

I don't know if it was because of growing up in an environment devoid of color, or having more sensitive eyesight than usual, or having some different part of my brain, but standing in Sabrina's room was giving me nausea and headaches. head. Lots of information and colors.- Look. I think it wouldn't look bad if you wore the shirt you wore to training, even though I don't like wearing black I can't deny that a black piece is a wild card. With anything and for anything it's good.- You become a stylist now? - I ask turning to her seeing her bed with several pieces of clothing.- I like anything related to arts, fashion enters. I even think about doing it. Painting and sculpting are my passions and hobbies, my leisure, I don't want to turn this into a profession. Our hobbies are meant to help us escape routine and stress, Mom said. If our leisure becomes a duty, where would we rely on to escape reality? (...) What are your hobbies? - He asks me, rummaging through

Special: Whispers and Runners, A Mind to Redemption; Souvenirs, Seventh.The day was considerably radiant. Sun rays invaded the cracks and openings in the walls, a cool breeze resulting from a passing rain sheltered the Institute and the corridors were silent, no screams or cries. Impressive as it is, I heard giggles and sly laughter, with no grunts or complaints to follow. It was graceful to listen to, making me turn off a cassette of 80s music that I got a few months ago as a thank you for celebrating my 9th birthday.I walked with anxious and curious steps towards the bars of my room, dazzling myself in a graceful scene like the sounds of the laughter of the two little girls who were jumping in puddles of water resulting from the last rain. They were Ju and Lu, or 118 and 123. Their laughs were exciting to hear, conveying the joy they were feeling.I was feeling deja vu.What was I feeling?- Look at my little girl. - I see my mother approach with a