Janie and The Gray: Part 7

I was first in the cafeteria line and had my choice of seats. I sat with my back to the wall at the middle table. I could see the entire room. Watching the weird creature serve food to a line of zombies was the closest thing to entertainment this prison had to offer.

Then something weird happened. A girl in line — the brunette that always looked so sad — smiled. Teeth and everything. That didn’t happen here. It reminded me of life before. It broke my world.

I stopped eating and scanned the room. Nothing had changed. The zombies were still zombies and the aliens were still aliens. If anyone noticed, they didn’t let on. The next time I looked, the girl’s smile was gone — but the crazy look in her eyes wasn’t. She was about to do something. Something stupid.

Shit. I stared into my bowl and weighed my options: fight or fold.

Something flew over my head and hit the wall behind me, splattering my head and back with warm goo. The girl launched like a lioness at a steak dinner.

I was out of my seat running after her before I realized what I was doing. Yep. Fight.

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