Me: I don't believe the Nazi's skinned people but i do know that the Native Americans skinned people they caught in battle. Im sorry for any confusion i just thought i would put it in there. ok people. RR because you make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Scott sat in his cell in the block were everyone was silent. Everyone was to exhaustedly to make a sound or even move. Light leaked in through he little windows at the top of everybody's cells.
The guards marched in and went down the small corridor until one stood in front of each cell.
"You lot are taking showers today. We can't have you covered in dirt all day. Take your clothes off and leave them in the cells." The one who spoke looked to be the one in charge. He held his rifle with more authority then the others. The guards unlocked their cages before walking out of the room.
The mutants chattered excitedly. They must have been here for sometime. They were completely filthy. You could see lice and fleas climb through their hair and their clothes. Their faces were covered in dirt and their clothes crackled when they moved with dried mud and blood.
When they stood in front of their cells they made no move to cover up their nakedness. Thick sweat poured from their bodies. The day here was extremely humid and the nights were frigged. They would sit in one place all day in hopes that their body heat would warm the spot for the night. They were lead to a heavy steel door. Scott couldn't see anyone familiar to him. They were herded inside a large steel room with shower heads protruding from the walls. The greedy ones showed for a place in front one. The calm ones like Scott just in the middle. They were sure that when the water started coming the people would move aside and let them have a turn.
Everyone began panicking as a thick white gas began pouring out of the shower heads. People who breathed it in immediately dropped to the floor dead. Everybody raced to the door and pounded on its thick riveted steel. Scott fought down his panic as he held his breath and quickly scanned for a way out. There were no other exits. His lungs were beginning to scream from their lack of oxygen. He picked his choice. He let out his breath and sharply took in the gas and fell to the floor.
The soldiers open the door. Bodies were piled against the door. The weak were on the bottom,trampled. The strong were on top, their fists bloodied from trying to pound down the door.
The smart ones were the ones who had taken the first breaths of the gas because they were not left to think and panic about their choices.
