Chapter Six
TRIGGER
“I wish we hadn’t taken kitchen duty.” Brick pushed his bowl of split pea soup away from him. “Now I know what’s in this shit.”
“Leftovers.” Rail slurped back the last of his. He flicked a fly off his toast and chowed it down.
I left mine untouched. I had some Power Bars at my bunk I would eat. They served garbage here, scraps of unwanted meat to make up a soup and then call it something normal. I eyed the floating brown lump in the center of my bowl. Last I checked, there wasn’t beef in that recipe.
“Where are you going?” Brick stood when I did.
“Work out,” I muttered at his question. I did the same thing three times a day. If I didn’t, I would be in the hole for multiple murders. I needed an outlet to calm the dark thoughts the wild things stirred up to test my
