Capítulo 153: Erica Part 1
"Erica what's happening?"
The small voice of Tammy talked from my side; just like me she was tired. We had finally gotten to rest since this group of bastards decided to stop. The weight we had to carry for them was a strain on all of us.
"Is it finally happening?"
I let out my tired voice as I looked at the group of us, Tammy, Travis, Daniel and Spetz. All of us were slaves forced to do physical labor well beyond our capabilities. We had little to no levels and all our stats went into endurance and strength, sometimes agility if we were too slow to keep up with people.
Of course we had no choice in what we put our stats into. We all had slave crests engraved onto our bodies. Some had it easy and they felt no pain when it was engraved, but most of us had to go through the scalding pain of it being burned into our skin.
Well it didn't really burn, nothing like those hot pokers I had seen in movies before, but whatever ink they were using seemed to grab something inside me and burn that. I think it was my soul they were truly engraving on when they drew that crest.
I was one of the youngest in our group. No one really said their age or what they had been through; the only one I had really gotten close to was Tammy. She was the only other girl in our batch and she was younger than me.
The oldest in our group didn't look older than 15, but I was never the best at identifying age, I had once called my mum 50 and the teary look she had afterwards told me how wrong I was. It was only later that I found out she was in her early 30's.
And that had shocked me to no great deal at the time.
I smiled for a brief second at the memory of my mother before I remembered what happened to her and dad. I felt tears well up in my eyes as I was surrounded by a few people. Had the time finally come?
The bastards surrounded us and started to strip off our clothes, they were doing the same to the boys. Had they finally let into their carnal desires?
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I remembered the first time I found out what type of trash adults are, no people in general, I prayed that my own dad and mother weren't the same but it was hard to believe in people anymore once you had seen enough. I knew they weren't and I couldn't even believe that thought appeared in my head, but it did every now and then.
Once this nightmare started I was one of the lucky ones, unlike Tammy. My mother and father didn't turn into one of those zombies, they had protected me and we had made it to one of the safety towns relatively easy.
At the time I was distraught about my grandparents passing and couldn't concentrate on all the bad things happening around me. It was in this state that we were able to make a steady living and return to some relative normality.
But again it wasn't long before that also crumbled. I was always spoiled and when most of my luxuries were taken I had complained a lot. I didn't notice at the time the strain on my parents faces. The hair falling out and injuries that started to occur while they kept me safe.
It was only later when 'they' invaded that my world really crumbled to the ground.
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I shook my head as I let them do whatever they were going to do, I had lost my fight a long time ago. But shaking it wouldn't make me forget seeing my father die and then what happened to my mother.
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"I love you Eric, always remember that…"
Those were the last words my father said to me as I cried over him.
"NOOOOOOO!!!"
I also remembered the scream that tore through my lips as my world crumbled down and I started to hate the world. I tried to do something at the time as my mum screamed and bled in agony. I tried to push the man off that was atop her, but all I got for my trouble was a backhand to the face and then blackness.
When I awoke I was in a cage surrounded by other people that were just like me. I had seen some while I was in the town but I never really talked to any of them. Us kids were in one cage while the adults where in another. We didn't get fed properly; we didn't even get to go to the toilet appropriately.
I had to throw away my dignity and all I had been taught by my parents stuck in that cage for days. I cried, I pleaded for help, from someone, anyone. The same as those around me, but no one ever came. I looked for my mother in the other cage but never saw her.
I sometimes caught sight of the man that had been atop her, but he never looked my way, even when I screamed at him. That was when I truly started to mourn for my parents. Losing my dad was hard enough, but not being able to help my mother broke me.
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I looked at the people around me in disgust as I was stripped naked and they stared at my body, I waited for them to start.
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I had seen many kids like me taken out by our captors. Some would take their chosen away and do the deed, while others would do it right in front of everyone. That was when I started to understand why we weren't killed on sight, why we were being herded. Most of us, if not all would end up the same way some day.
Both girls and boys were taken and once it happened they weren't the same, the light in their eyes that was dim had completely gone out. Most of the time once it happened once, it would happen again. I remembered one time a girl I had become friends with was taken by a whole group of them, she couldn't take it and died while it was happening.
But they didn't care, as I watched the life drift out of her body, they continued to do it until they were satisfied and once they were done, they just left the body. They didn't pick it up and throw it away, they didn't bury her. They just left her there for all of us to see. And we left it behind as we continued our journey. I think that was a message for us, about what our lives would become.
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