The New Fighters

I could hear commotion all the way from my cage, but I didn't bother to lift my head to see what was going on. 

Alpha had decided that he needed to inject new blood into Camp Hell, and the Recruiter had been coming and going every other day since the spectacular display of power a few months ago. 

It had been a year since the EMP hit, give or take a few days, and my life had settled into a routine. Sleep, heal, talk to Rip, sleep. 

Eating was one of those give-or-take things, and Rip was getting more and more stressed out the less I ate. But it was really hard even to choke back that rice water porridge they had been giving me, let alone the chocolate bars and the other stuff Rip had brought me.