MEMORIAM by Rachel Broom

Author:Rachel Broom [Broom, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-06-01T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

When I was released from the healing center, I was put on the back burner as a hunter. Even my training, though difficult, wasn’t as extraneous when compared to what it was in the past. With more free time because of my injuries, I took time to explore the weaponry.

After a particularly grueling session of Memoriam in which I saw the little girl I killed weeks earlier, I stuck around and explored a few of the rooms. Many of them were filled with weapons, but the biggest room was over where the magnuses and cops were stored, branching off from the cavern. Rows upon rows of hand guns, klaves, axel fire arms, escape chutes, rocket launchers, and other gadgets lined the walls. Many looked like prototypes for future weapons, but it didn’t matter. All we needed were weapons to give our small rebellion a start.

When I passed on the news of my findings, Sam seemed impressed, but Mary was not. She still gave me a hard time; I felt resentment from her because of my friendship with Sam. It was undeniable that our friendship deepened after that night in the healing center. Mary never mentioned it, but I was sure Sam told her about it.

Mary focused on learning about the force fields and defense systems set up around the base, especially the systems set up in the tunnel leading to the prison. Sam’s job was to map out the weaponry and prison. We left no stones unturned. I wanted to choose a date to escape, but that seemed too impossible, so I let it be. Sam told me that it would just happen, that one day we would wake up and know it was the day, but I needed more than that.

As the weather improved, I began regular training again. My leg had improved, so Trent moved me on to climbing. Once, I made it halfway, only to lose my grip and fall. Luckily I didn’t hurt myself (Sam was going nuts from how much I had been injured in the past month), but I made sure to glare at Trent who had misdirected me, causing me to fall. Vince had the nerve to shoot a rock at Trent’s leg when he was scaling the wall – it was a bruise I was sure would be blamed on me. When Trent asked why I was laughing I told him I accidentally snorted up climbing dust.

When I wasn’t training, I planned out how I was going to steal the weapons. There was plenty of time to snoop, but stealing weapons was a different story. If I was caught, I would be killed immediately; stealing was one of the highest offenses. But sooner or later we would need the weapons. I couldn’t put it off any longer.

I wore my hunter jacket and military boots down to the weaponry. It would be less suspicious if I hid the weapons in my clothes instead of my pack. The lift smelled of mildew and dust when I got on.

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