With their thirsty spirits quelled, students returned the next day to work, with little courage that it will bring them joy. Renko, the early bird of the two, asked Marry if she is looking forward to dealing with cow faeces today, to which she replied that she isn't sure. Since the week was already planned the instructors had put a schedule in which the activities would be written on. This improvement would put a shade on their future, if not for the option that allowed to take a day off. An entire 24 hours to do whatever they pleased. This fact made the students start to question whenever it is not better to do something altogether, but there were strange inconsistencies in the plans they were proclaiming. In the end the group settled that the last day would be most fitting, and thus made a verbal announcement to the teacher which agreed with that idea. Perhaps, that little light at the end of the tunnel would shine as the reward for their efforts. But there was one more thing to discuss, which was the matter of where and what would they do. With the subject postponed until later, Marry and Renko were currently going towards their work at milking cows in the field. Since the students were no longer asked to start their day with cleaning, because the automated system was used instead, they were invited to do something else. Yesterday, a few of the students received the method of causing lactation in the glands of the cattle. This technique implied using only your own hands, without any assistance of mechanical constructs. Therefore it was rather hard to deal with at first, but one of the pupils managed to improve her technique to a satisfying level. Because of that, teachers were anticipating that she would also share it other students, but it wasn't that simple as they were quite puzzled at the explanation. Therefore, the intervention of the instructors was needed. Everyone, after being told the way, was to milk at least one cow and perhaps to that convenience, Renko and Marry decided make their part together. Because of the fact that cows had four teats, the animal would be fully saturated from both sides with only two people. It was also a ease for them, since they could face each other that way, even though something was obscuring their view. Soon, with great effort, the students calmly approached the herd in order to preform their duties, even though the animals didn't always agree to cooperate. For Marry it was natural, and along with her partner she didn't have much problem with being friendly with the cow.
Both of the girls sat themselves to an adult and relaxed looking cattle. Because they had no stools available for them, the little calves had to rest on the ground with their dresses folded. Renko, nervously watching her friend work, was a little envy that her skills with fingers was lacking, as her teat squeezing was putting not as much milk into the bucket as the other girl did. Perhaps you should try to pinch a little higher and apply less pressure, Marry suggested. Indeed, doing so resulted in more productivity, but the girl couldn't escape her curiosity about how would she knew about it. The intrigued gal suddenly startled her partner with a story from her own dream last night. The cause was both the fact that she didn't usually talk about her own dreams, and that she desired to further intrude on this subject. Therefore Marry announced in advance that this current situation with the cows was not because she had a vision of how to properly extract milk from them, but simply what she learned today. Renko, even though she applauded her cognitive processes, still wanted to hear a comment about her dream from last night. The true nature of her whisper was that if her friend could help decipher the symbols and the meaning behind her recent dream. With her knowledge and expertise it was likely possible, she thought. But Marry only yawned, which meant that it is not possible to really decode someone else's dreams, only your own. Of course, she did give her some of her thoughts on what they could mean, but it was rather insufficient to tell anything decisive. Another suggestion was to put down her own dreams, as fresh as she can remember. The logic was that she would surely forget about any details if she didn't write it as early as possible. But why would she need to be that precise, Renko was in need of knowing. Her friend simply said that it was her habit to scribe them in such fashion, a long settled custom of her of a perfectionism. At the time when this conversation reached the end, both girls went silent again. On the bright side, they were also finished with the cow and had only one more left, at least for the minimal fulfilment of the condition. They could do more if they wished, Marry asked. Because her friend was in a situation where she was either way, she accepted the terms, even if her mind was boiling at the memory of last day's conviction for revenge.
However, a little after something happened that returned her spirit partially. It was due that some of the students were not all able to preform the task successfully. This called for a little change of plans, since the punishment for that was of course more work at a later date. The pupils did not agree with that policy and complained to the teachers that they have already made a deal with them, that the last day would be free. In this case perhaps something could have been arranged earlier at the day, meaning that they would have to wake up early. Renko knew for sure, in her mind, what would be that task, and that was the reason why she was happy to hear that. It was rather unexplainable why would she feel such strong heat when dealing with revenge, but what moved her gear was not the fact of jealousy but the memory of foul smelling things her friend had not the chance to experience. Now it was simply a matter of framing her in, but then somehow Marry appeared in a ghastly matter to anticipate that step, as she moved closer to her friend whispering into her ear. There are a lot more uncertain mysteries going to happen in the near future, she prophesied. For the cows, she had already seen and scent that path many times, which is why she avoided it in reality. Completely dumbfounded, Renko dressed a dead serious look on her face. It was that the words made her mind anticipate something really terrible that is going to happen, and that she couldn't be the one to stop it. That is how she received the message, without saying a word back to Marry, who was disappearing in the distance. Would that be the reason why would she be in such a lifeless state all this time, she wondered. The answer is perhaps in her dream dairy, and if the worried girl could get her hands on it, it would calm her shaken mind. But in reality, there was not a single word written yet, about the activity they both would be forced to experience soon.
The rest of the day was rather uneventful, expect for the part when instructors were introducing the students to the joys of preparing poultry from a raw state. It needed much sanity, so not everyone had the guts to deal with that activity. It seemed that some of them asked not to participate but only to observe the situation, from a safe and not eye involving distance. Of course that was after they were done with plucking out the feathers. The next task, they decided to skip, was to cut the chickens into pieces. Not everyone agreed with that policy, providing many reasons why they were denying to work. The teachers, although a little disappointed, agreed that they could leave under the condition that they would perform different jobs at a different time. Perhaps that would still be beneficial for them, as they would understand that you can't escape from responsibility in life, although they are many ways in which goals can be contributed. For example, the chicken that was prepared by more stomach-hard volunteers was also in need of cooking. And since it was just the main course, someone else needed to prepare vegetables and side dishes. That way everyone would be working towards one goal, as one big group. That was also the aspiration for certain two girls which were also occupied by something else than just gutting. Renko, who was more afraid of the sight than her partner, was very reluctantly putting her knife in to cut open the stomach. It was enough that she had to observe the blood trickle out of the chicken, who was beheaded recently. She also had to operate on her with her knife, trying again and again until her courage gathers. It was rather a gruesome glance at first but what was more to come was inside. She finally achieved success, and was rather fond at the time she forced a hole open using her hands in protective gloves. However, what she found after was not how she expected it to be, as she turned her head away in disgust. Marry appeared that her part was finished, faster than anyone else, therefore she asked if her friend was feeling okay. Renko nodded, acknowledging that she doesn't need help, and continued her share of the work, which didn't last for much longer. The seconds later she returned to being unwilling to cut the insides in revulsion. In the end it was her partner that had to finish the job for her, which wasn't that hard if you get past the ugliness of it. Even though Renko was glad that she didn't spewed any of her insides, she was still a little bothered that her friend had to clean up after her. But that was perhaps her payback from earlier, she thought. And as the work was over, teachers congratulated everyone who made it through, even though perhaps one or more people had a little help with their endeavours. Usually at the end of the day everyone is glad they finished, but the mood was quite morbid this time. Marry must be really amazing to blaze through all of this, her partner thought as she was cleaning the gloves that she was issued during her work.
It was getting late, both girls returned to having freedom from the duties they had. Free time to plan things out, for the upcoming time. It was only their second day and somehow, both Marry and Renko were already tired from the monotony of the work they had to preform. For one of the girls it wasn't the first time, at least in her mind. For the other, it was rather hard to get used to the savagery of the farm life, even though they technically were not exposed to it fully. It was just a little part of how it used to look like, a long time ago, at least according to the instructors. It was also absent from the responsibility which was the daily stress for those who still wanted to live at this rural land. Both girls decided to take a stretch around the still inhabited side of the village. It was filled mostly with households similar to the one they were staying at, the industrial types. The production was important for the cities, hence many of the investments were towards the commercial focused workshops. The old part, which they were heading towards, was rather deserted, as the older populace was soon to become extinct. Marry was wondering if they could get to talk with someone old, but it seemed that the elderly had difficulties with conversation. She pardoned then, as she told her friend that it would be not wise to disturb them. Perhaps she felt a little shy or that her not native appearance was something to be feared by geriatrics. Whichever was the case, Renko intruded her with a rumour that their hosts might been from overseas. For technology it was rather obvious that when compared to the tradition, it appeared more productive. Hence, new customs were born and mixed with the multicultural ideas. In the end what remained was the unified stream of information that was hard to decipher. Looking at the old house which was barely holding up, Marry was wondering if going inside and exploring it was something okay to do. Since it was abandoned, perhaps what laid inside was a mystery of something terrifying. But was this the right choice, she was wondering. What was on her mind was that if she won't reply to the call of the adventure, eventually it will find her. Like something waiting around the corner just to put its claws inside her body. Renko was watching her friend shivering suddenly, as she asked if she wanted to put on something. Her parka was tied to her waist, so in case she was cold she would just have to help herself to put it on properly. As the wind announced gently waving her hair along the neck line, Marry decided to take the offer, even though she felt a little awkward comparing the breadth both girls wore. The two walked around for a little while longer until they finally returned at nightfall. It is a blessing indeed, the longer day that people could enjoy more when outside than inside, Marry was thinking while being cosy in Renko's parka.
The dim light from the moon was seen, and most of the students were tired, at least not too worm out to enjoy night recreation activities. Unlike the rest, a part of the two person group stayed inside, reading themselves to sleep. Renko was trying to do something on her computer that she was lending from school. Her purpose was to study something she found interesting lately, but had little information on. On the other side of the wall, in the bathroom, Marry has looking at the mirror while brushing her hair. She was still, wondering out and about something that kept her occupied for a while. Without warming, her friend walked in for some businesses, but saw her motionless body on a stool. It was a sight Renko feared, because that image was worrying. The intruding girl pardoned her friend first with her voice, but soon approached her physically. The reflection showed neither of the girls making of contact with each other. Therefore, Renko took the brush from her friend's hand and decided to try playing with it. She gently swept the other girl's head in search of a reaction, which she received. Marry simply left without saying the word, leaving her alone in the bathroom which she locked behind her. Soon after she was done and returned, her sight caught attention of a girl lying on the bed in cutesy night attire. She was not tucked inside of her covers, but in a rather awkwardly positioned on top of the them. Perhaps she was too tired, or wanted to think about something else than sleeping, Renko was wondering. Therefore if she would inquire, she might learn something. She silently positioned herself next to her, on her own bed, and asked if there is something that she can do. The doll just turned its head and looked back, with what appeared to be red eyes in her sockets. For a split of the second, the other girl jumped, almost landing on the floor in fright. Perhaps she looked at a nightmare in her awake state, but soon forgotten about it, as quickly as you forget about dreams. Reluctantly, she took another gaze, with her friend's eyes being normal again in their usual amber state. There was something else that she also saw, it was a plushie that Marry was hiding in her arms. Although unable to tell its exact shape and size, it was visibly huggable and soft. It was a little strange for a girl to keep one at her age, Renko thought, but for someone special like her such things were given permission. Perhaps it was because she already appeared spoiled, but all in all the more adult girl was in no position to deal with her friend's private possessions. Wondering about the whereabouts of the thing of importance, the girl asked the silent and resembling doll person to vocal her the story behind the said item. She said she had no idea who it was, and turned away while tucking herself in. With the lights off, both of the girls were awaiting the next day to come. Renko took her own ruminations to her dreams, thinking that eventually her friend might tell her more about the plush, if she wishes so.
"XXXX Report, dayX, patient "A" behaviour noted. Subject attempted to escape the clinic. 24 surveillance administered."