CHAPTER SEVEN
PRIYAMy eyes dart back and forth as I see people on the other side of the glass stop to look in and then move on. It has been five days since I was tranquilized and taken to the Petting Zoo. Five days and the skin on my neck is still not healed. They didn’t bother to fit us with appropriately sized collars; the point of the random assignment was to test their ability to work—not their comfort.
Benjy and I sit in the den out of the rain. It is a room on the inside of our enclosure between the sleeping area and bathrooms. Typically, we sit outside when it’s raining, but today it reminds me too much of my few days at the Petting Zoo.
It’s small compared to the sleeping room, the largest of the three. The walls are a sickly yellow, like the nursery, while the floor is standar
