get to a darkened corner. I try not to let my guard down because I know all of these people depend on me and the other dude to keep us invisible. To be honest though, the guards that walk the perimeter and those stationed high above us, give me the heebie-jeebies with their large weapons that point where they’re looking. I give an involuntary shiver as we near the inner brick wall, which most likely houses all of the people from the mountain.
A brown-eyed man helps me get each soldier through the wall. We start with the man who can keep everyone invisible.
I’m the last to cross through, and as soon as I do, my stomach threatens to lose whatever little sustenance it has inside it. All around our feet are people still in their scrubs, as well as a few of our soldiers. They lay lifeless on the floor, drooling from their mouths. I reach down quickly, still holding onto the person in front of me, and check for a pulse. It’s weak but it’s still there.
The room is relatively small, maybe ten feet wide and ten feet long. We stand there staring at the carnage, awaiting instructions from Lee. I look around at all the faces, some slightly familiar from life in the mountain. There are some I’ve spoken with when I was a Runner or just seen passing by in my daily routes. I think I see my teacher somewhere in the corner so I turn away. I can’t get distracted from the real reason I’m here.
Sadly, I don't see my parents or Tony in this room. One person in particular makes me queasy; it’s the woman from the first day my father and I arrived at the shelter. She’s the one that, while standing in line for our meal, told us that this was all a conspiracy and we’re going to die. I don’t think she’s crazy anymore, that’s for sure.
Seeing that prisoners, not Unfriendlies, occupy this room, Lee steps away from the person behind him, becoming visible. He motions for us to drop our hands and all of us become visible too. I reluctantly drop my hand from the person in front of me. Lee quickly instructs us about what to do. “I want you all to try and find out why these people are like this. Work quickly and quietly so we remain undetected. If you suspect someone is about to open the door and enter, you all need to run to the wall over there.” He points in the direction of the northerly wall. “Invisibility people, you need to immediately grab as many people as you can. If for some reason you can’t make it then you need to lie down and remain motionless.” We nod our heads and get to work.
I walk over to the woman that makes my toes curl and examine her. She looks normal except for the vacant expression she exhibits. I look over all the visual parts of her body and see nothing out of place. There must be something that is causing them to be like this, I think to myself.
I listen into her thoughts but all I hear are jumbled words that make no sense whatsoever. After listening to her for a little while longer though, I hear two words that come up often… ‘arm’ and ‘hurt’.
I look down at her arms but don’t see anything unusual at first glance. I roll up her sleeve and hit something with my hand. A small white patch sticks to the fleshy part of her arm. I run my fingers over it and feel a strange sensation go through my body. It looks like some sort of an adhesive is holding it in place. I decide to attempt to remove it. I remember my dad always telling me when I was younger to make sure I rip the bandage off instead of spending the time to pick it off little by little. So that’s what I do. I rip it off and I'm startled by the moan the woman makes. I look down at her arm where the bandage once was and see hundreds of teeny-tiny pinprick dots of blood.
I look back at the bandage and realize that the bottom of it is filled with hundreds of short needles. I have to fight the gagging sensation that comes with the sight of this. It looks so otherworldly, not like anything I've ever seen.
I make eye contact