My water bottle on the feeding table was no longer steady. The water level just above the genaric label was vibrating like my trembling fingers. But thats was the answer to the water problem, although, I already knew. I found myself in this scenerio countless times. An earthquake wasn't upsetting the equilibrium of my bottle.. it was me.
I forced myself to cease my erratic breathing and frantic heartbeats. The sloshing stoped. Good. I can't afford a give away like that. fear was the one flaw I managed to control in my life. I have the ability to manage my terror better than most of my kind. It's how I managed to survive so long. If I failed, the predator in them would pinpoint me.
I've done this before, they don't like their food calm. The Others liked their meals shaking with hysteria. They delighted in the begging, screaming, and fighting.
No, not delighted, gloried in the fight. It was so rare these days. The camps lead to a broken spirit fast. Thats where I am strong, they have not broken me, not after seven years, not ever. If it came down to it, i would fight back for all my worth. Yeah, i know completely futile, but I'm allowed at least one irrational moment before my death.
The stench of human fear seeped through the walls of the cafiteria. This was the worst part of the day in the camps. We got to eat, but so did they. The Others are comming.