Excerpt from Chapter 15:
A guard yelled a few tents down from their own. “Peterson! We got another one!”
The conversation stopped, not realizing how close the guards were. Sydona’s heart sped up at the thought of them catching Raoul in the tent with them. They sat silently as they tried to decipher what he was yelling about.
“Uh, Lydia Garrison.”
“How’d it happen?”
“Looks like it was a plastic knife, up her wrists.”
“How long was she here for?”
“I don’t know. Couple years, maybe? Does it matter?”
“Yes, Dr. Malik needs to keep track.”
“She makes three this month. Fucking useless–.”
“Hey. Not here.”
The guards faded off.
Sydona couldn’t help but peek out the opening in the tent entrance. And she wasn’t alone, as she looked around, others were also looking out, seeing who the victim was. The guards exited tent 46, carrying a body with the blanket covering up most of her. Lydia’s arms were hanging lifeless outwards, covered in blood, and skin was white as snow. The blanket didn’t conceal much, and Sydona caught a glimpse of her face. She was pretty, and young, maybe in her twenties.
“Back in your tents!” the head guard shouted, carrying her feet.
Sydona did as she was told and went back inside with a heavy heart. The morning started off so nice, for once, and now it had a cloud hanging over. She returned to her cot, with a sullen face.
“How’s she do it? With a plastic knife? Idiot. Now they’re gonna take them away from us,” Maverick scoffed, without a trace of empathy in his voice.
“How can you say that? A woman just died…,” Sydona whispered angrily.
“The last time someone killed themselves that way, they feed us liquid crap for months. Sometimes don’t even give us spoons! Selfish–” Maverick grumbled.
“Selfish? You are a heartless–”
“Look. When you have been here as long as I have, you see a lot of death. Fliers are killing themselves all the time. This isn’t anything new. And she’s selfish because when she dies, they go out and find someone to replace her. Putting us more at risk. People need to learn to be more positive.”
Sydona sat flabbergasted at Maverick, Raoul the same.
“Don’t look at me that way,” Maverick started. “You think I’m heartless. I’m realistic. I’ve stayed around this long so they don’t bring new people in. I can’t comment on why they brought you here and others as of late. But I know for a fact, every time someone commits suicide, someone else has to take their place.” ##