The Underground Unit

I'm at a lost for words about where I should go and what I should do... I think I've always been like that, especially after the world lost it's color in my eyes. That day happened when I was taken to the underground bunker. I don't know what else to call it or what to think of it besides what they tell me about it. 'They' being the supposed government, abducting kids to train them to protect the outside world, but how are we supposed to do that when we've lost complete sight of it?

How are we supposed to protect the world, when the world alone is destroying itself?

I ask myself that every day not knowing what tomorrow brings, but being hopeful that one day we will make it out of here by "deploying" to the upper realm. The realm that we all once knew; the one I haven't seen in sixteen years. I used to have a mom and dad, I'm hoping that they're still out there. My sister was taken here as well, but she went on a mission a few years back and hasn't returned. I know I'm making this place seem like it's hell, it is, but it also isn't that bad when you think about it. We get three meals a day, training where gender doesn't matter, an hour or two of free time depending on your status and eight hours of sleep every single night.

Has anyone tried to escape you may ask? Yes. Did they survive? No. Or really I do not know because I did not see them after they tried to, so I cannot be the one to tell you: yes, they did indeed survive. All I can say is they are very brave and unlike others, don't tame well to rules and authoritarian figures.

We can talk as much mad shit as we want, but once someone in the higher ups doesn't like hearing what you're saying... it might be night night or goodbye for you.

Maybe as I write this, someone will write back to tell me about the world outside and what it's like. But for now, I'm stuck inside this dome box that is like a never-ending maze and quite honestly it doesn't seem too off the walls to end it all nor would anyone really care.

Let me tell you how it all started or at least how I remembered it to be. It was my sixth birthday and I was blowing out the candles on the cake my mother took her time on and put her love into. My parents seemed upset about something, but who knew what it was besides my sister going missing two years prior. Maybe I wasn't as perfect as she was or at least that's what I had thought. I didn't wish for anything but for my sister to return home safely back to us. The night went by with family being over and me opening gifts, us watching television and them going back home once it was late in the evening. Then I was tucked into bed with a kiss on the forehead from both my parents and I had drifted into a deep sleep about an hour later.

That night though seemed to be different than others because I had the most vivid dream of my sister and suddenly I was awoken to someone in a masked suit climbing through my window...