Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Adventure

It looked unnatural to me. Everything did out here in the desert. The large facility made up of several buildings surrounded by a huge electric fence looked like something out of a ww2 history book I read as a child. A concentration camp- but sterile. Clean and proper. It wasn't here for mass genocide. Or maybe it was, anything could occur in this war. Or so I said, as the war hadn't begun yet. But there were scuffles- threats became real and so did the fear. And now the slave trade had returned, to mark the dawning of the new era. And soon after, came these facilities. I had seen slaves dragged here in pairs; male and female. They were forcing something to happen- but what, and why? The details were never revealed to me until I was put in charge of this facility.

I supposed I shouldn't have stalled for so long. I had been called here to survey the beginning of this....thing, and they would be suspicious if I didn't arrive on time. I entered the first building, it had a small corridor that led into a large room. Three quarters of said room was sealed away by thick glass and a reinforced door. The remaining area had a table and a monitor of sorts in front of the glass. At the monitor was the second in command here at the facility. He turned round and beamed at me.
"Sir! Glad to see you've made it! Now- all the action is taking place in the room behind the glass. The slaves were surpringly cooperative these past nine months. There were no problems with it at all." He began to babble about this place but I couldn't get my head around what he was nattering on about. I shook my head at him, I was given no information about what the slaves had to do and I didn't want to think about it.

I stepped through the reinforced door and tensed at the sight before me; the room was dimly lit, rows of glass cots filled the room. Inside were children. All newborns. Nine months, he said, nine months the slaves had been here. This is what they were doing. I picked up the infant closest to me and stared at their light brown skin and wisps of dark brown hair that had yet to grow. 
"Why?" I murmured, not expecting a reply.
"Soldiers. For the upcoming war. We're going to train them. They're disposable- no one will miss them so-" the child in my arms began to stir at the sound of my assistant's voice, they began to sob and wail. I let them scream in my arms. I felt ill. Swallowing bile, I set the child back down into the cot and left without a word.
I had never feared anything more than what was going to happen.