Welcome to Friday everyone. I hope you’ve had a good week. Let’s see what the final prompt of this week brings us shall we? Timers at the ready and we are off.
Huh. I sort of jumped back into Wednesday’s prompt from a slightly different angle. I meant to go back to it but Wednesday sort of got away from me and I couldn’t. I suppose this is one way to bring it back. And I guess it shows me what I will be working with over the weekend.
Friday, April 19th: They became separated as they ran.
They became separated as they ran. He didn’t know what happened to the others, but at the same time, he wasn’t too concerned about them. They were not friends, or companions. They were just people who had been rounded up at the same time as he was and sentenced to the same fate. The fact that they were sentenced to the same fate as he was despite having very different crimes to their slate was something he found darkly amusing.
They were by and far a lot who lived their lives involved in criminal endeavors. For the most part they were in and out of prison, most for minor crimes. Then each and everyone of them committed something major, something that bumped them up from petty crimes to the big time. They were branded irredeemable and sent to the work crews. They knew there was no release. They would work until they were no longer capable of working and then they would be shipped to the final prison rather than be released into the world again. He knew many of them told stories about evaluations and processing, but he knew differently.
There were scientists here and they would be evaluated in case they were useful for testing something or other. Usually, it was some form of drug. Usually, the drug testing would kill them. As their bodies were already broken and wasted due to the heavy labor and tight rations, he wasn’t entirely certain how it was considered an accurate test.
Those considered not useful as basic test subjects were executed. There was the pretense of branding them irredeemable, but it was that they were n long of any use. He had only been with them for three weeks. Despite everything, he knew some of them still hoped.
Unlike the others, he did not come up through the criminal system. He was here because of what he knew. There would be no possibility of testing him, just as there was no time on the work crews. No on could risk him telling anyone what he knew. So he was kept mostly in isolation, labeled too dangerous to spend much time with the others. He spent enough t know who they were and to learn of their escape plan. The executioners came at the end of the third week of every month, taking out those no longer of any use. He knew that in the morning they would arrive.
He joined the escape and now he didn’t know where the others were and would have to move forward without them.
Ten til Midnight 