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Wednesday, 27. October 2010

@@@@@Run back to the kitchen for another roll, he

By goodwinhobf, 09:24
@@@@@Run back to the kitchen for another roll, he was still hungryGo fetch a bucket of water, this corner of the field was dryPull Jamie out of his class, Jeb needed to speak with himWere the spinach sprouts up yet? Go and checkDid I remember my way through the south caves? Jeb had a message for DocEvery time I had to carry out one of these simple directives, I was in a sweaty haze of fearI concentrated on being invisible and walked as quickly as I could without running through the big rooms and the dark corridorsI tended to hug the walls and keep my eyes downOccasionally, I would stop conversation the way I used to, but mostly I was ignoredThe only time I felt in immediate danger of death was when I interrupted Sharon's class to get JamieThe look Sharon gave me seemed designed to be followed by hostile actionBut she let Jamie go with a nod after I choked out my whispered request, and when we were alone, he held my shaking hand and told me Sharon looked the same way at anyone who interrupted her classThe very worst was the time I had to find Doc, because Ian insisted on showing me the wayI could have refused, I suppose, but Jeb didn't have a problem with the arrangement, and that meant Jeb trusted Ian not to kill meI was far from comfortable with testingthat theory, but it seemed the test was inevitableIf Jeb was wrong to trust Ian, then Ian would find his opportunity soon enoughSo I went with Ian through the long black southern tunnel as if it were a trial by fireI lived through the first halfHe seemed unsurprised to see Ian tagging along beside mePerhaps it was my imagination, but I thought they exchanged a significant glanceI half expected them to strap me to one of Doc's gurneys at that pointThese rooms continued to make me feel nauseatedBut Doc just thanked me and sent me on my way as if he were busyI couldn't really tell what he was doing?he had several books open and stacks and stacks of papers that seemed to contain nothing but sketchesOn the way back, curiosity overcame my fea