Watcher observed the children. They were huddled together. Some of their heads were still swaying from the drugs they'd been given before arrival, most were gathering their bearings surprisingly quickly. The official was giving them the "tour" which only meant he was pointing at the few buildings around and stating their purpose. He wasn't going to waste his time actually showing them, he would leave that to them. Overall the group contained twelve girls and twelve boys of varies ages. She wondered why it was imperative that they have equal numbers of gender rather than age. She'd noticed that procedure long ago, yet still couldn't figure out why. She assumed that whatever the initial drug was had some important effect regarding gender but without seeing the initial drug trial she figured she wouldn't be able to decipher it. She attempted to recall her own drug trial from the day she was brought to the foundation, but found that her memory of that day was still fuddled. She remembered being held to a table with strong hands as she went in and out of consciousness, her head swimming and her vision blurry.

There wasn't much more of the children to note except to attempt to predict who would be dead within the hour and who would still be alive at the end of the week, but she found she was surprisingly terrible at such predictions. The testing obviously sifted through more than just the strongest and weakest. Mental strength and other abilities were tested within the first few days. Something else was at play as well, though she could only guess as to what it was. She turned her attention to her surroundings. The two boys who had been urgently conversing earlier were gone, most likely scared away by the official. The girl was still huddled against the wall on the other side of the courtyard, though her shoulders were no longer shaking and her puffy eyes were peeking through her fingers at the children. She noted a few faces taking in the new Testies from behind windows and a small boy pearing through the cracked door of the training building. He had a gas mask over his face like a muzzle. [i]How strange. They keep him like a rabid dog.[/i] The muzzle had always intrigued her, though she'd only ever seen him from afar like everyone else so she didn't honestly know why he had it. She had noticed how others tended to avoid him like the plague. Other than the muzzle and hadn't ever had a chance to observe what his ability might be. [i]Perhaps he is the plague.[/i]she thought to herself jokingly and couldn't help the smallest glimmer of a smile from appearing on her face.