The Trash in the concentration camp get one meal a day .
All these hobo-like gents would line up in the in the courtyard and await their share . On the menu today, we have hard bread and soup .
As I took my meal, I noticed the surrounding gazes locking on to me .
They're thinking they'll pick it off of me, the b.u.mbling newcomer .
They think they're not making it obvious, but it's really obvious .
I mean, I have a good meal waiting for me courtesy of Mr . Zack, so I could just make like a mob and get it taken from me, but I'm just a little curious about this too .
Welp, whatever happens .
I make a show of hiding my food by cradling it and quickly make my way away from the crowd .
Basically, I'm saying they can take it, but I'll put up a fight .
I managed to cross the courtyard without incident and made it to the spot of hallway Mr . Zack reserved for me .
“Alright, here goes nothing…”
I started with the soup .
It was garnished with vegetable sc.r.a.ps and just a few beans . Tasted… slightly salty .
Like, it was bad, but I could eat it .
The bread was also bad, kind of bitter too . The bigger pieces were sort of better .
Tolerable if you dipped it in the soup first .
In summary: Edible, but just bad .
The meal was utterly lacking in protein . The only source of protein would be these tiny beans .
And not enough calories at all . A paltry 500 Cals at most .
I couldn't imagine this'd be enough to cover a day's worth of energy .
No wonder they're all skin and bones… I can understand the desire to steal .
“Ho, newcomer . ”
Two men approached as I was eating .
They were both thin and ragged, but their eyes still had a glint to them .
“Do us a solid will ya?”
“W-what do you want?”
I made like a small, scared animal trying to defend itself .
“Nothing much, just hand over the food . ”
“Eh, um, but this is the only meal we get today…”
“Shaddap and hand it over!”
So the threats began .
“Hand over the food, and you don't get hurt . Try anything and you're still in for pain after we take your food . Get my logic? Now let's just make it easy for all of us . ”
“N-no, I…”
“Tsk… f.u.c.ken r.e.t.a.r.d . ”
One of them grabbed my collar and shoved me against the wall .
“He'll get it after a punch or three . ” He said and raised his fist .
“You will stop . ” Interrupted the voice of a girl .
“f.u.c.k off, bitc—!?”
“Wait, that's…”
Standing there in the hallway, was a beautiful girl . She had on prisoner garb like the rest of us, and had pink blond hair . She kind of resembled someone .
“Let him go, now . ”
The two men relented to pink blondie staring them down .
“Tsk, we're done here…”
“Uh, yeah…”
My collar was released and the men scurried away .
“T-thanks so much . You are…”
“It's all right now . ” The pink blond beauty smiled rea.s.suringly .
This camp had few female prisoners . Most of them were women prepared for the Doem Camp, but I had a feeling this girl here wasn't one of those .
“Food is quite scarce for everyone . You'd best eat your fill quickly . ”
“Th-, yes…”
“You may speak to me if anything—”
“Lady Clara, this boy was seen speaking to a man of the Doem Camp . ”
A tough looking dude came up from behind pink blondie . He looked like he didn't like me .
“Was he… but he surely didn't know . ”
“Be that as it may, we must tread with caution… . ”
“… Of course . ”
“Um, I, uh, Zack just told me about a bunch of stuff and, so…”
“That is fine . Um… this isn't exactly the kindest place to be, so stay safe . ”
The girl, along with the tough dude, then left . As he pa.s.sed me, the guy gave me another glare .
I made a show of being scared out of my wits and stayed like that until they were gone .
Then I muttered, “… Major player, right there . ”
Mr . Zack should be able to tell me who that is while I eat .
Her name was Clara huh, she really did remind me of… right, her .
She looked a lot like Miss Rose . Maybe she's related to Oriana royalty?
148 . Not Enough Calories At AllThe Trash in the concentration camp get one meal a day . .
All these hobo-like gents would line up in the in the courtyard and await their share . On the menu today, we have hard bread and soup . .
As I took my meal, I noticed the surrounding gazes locking on to me . .
They're thinking they'll pick it off of me, the b.u.mbling newcomer . .
They think they're not making it obvious, but it's really obvious . .
.
I mean, I have a good meal waiting for me courtesy of Mr . Zack, so I could just make like a mob and get it taken from me, but I'm just a little curious about this too . .
Welp, whatever happens . .
.
I make a show of hiding my food by cradling it and quickly make my way away from the crowd . .
Basically, I'm saying they can take it, but I'll put up a fight . .
.
I managed to cross the courtyard without incident and made it to the spot of hallway Mr . Zack reserved for me . .
“Alright, here goes nothing…”.
.
I started with the soup . .
It was garnished with vegetable sc.r.a.ps and just a few beans . Tasted… slightly salty . .
Like, it was bad, but I could eat it . .
The bread was also bad, kind of bitter too . The bigger pieces were sort of better . .
Tolerable if you dipped it in the soup first . .
In summary: Edible, but just bad . .
The meal was utterly lacking in protein . The only source of protein would be these tiny beans . .
And not enough calories at all . A paltry 500 Cals at most . .
I couldn't imagine this'd be enough to cover a day's worth of energy . .
No wonder they're all skin and bones… I can understand the desire to steal . .
.
“Ho, newcomer . ”.
Two men approached as I was eating . .
They were both thin and ragged, but their eyes still had a glint to them . .
.
“Do us a solid will ya?”.
“W-what do you want?”.
I made like a small, scared animal trying to defend itself . .
“Nothing much, just hand over the food . ”.
.
“Eh, um, but this is the only meal we get today…”.
“Shaddap and hand it over!”.
So the threats began . .
“Hand over the food, and you don't get hurt . Try anything and you're still in for pain after we take your food . Get my logic? Now let's just make it easy for all of us . ”.
“N-no, I…”.
“Tsk… f.u.c.ken r.e.t.a.r.d . ”.
One of them grabbed my collar and shoved me against the wall . .
“He'll get it after a punch or three . ” He said and raised his fist . .
.
“You will stop . ” Interrupted the voice of a girl . .
“f.u.c.k off, bitc—!?”.
“Wait, that's…”.
Standing there in the hallway, was a beautiful girl . She had on prisoner garb like the rest of us, and had pink blond hair . She kind of resembled someone . .
.
“Let him go, now . ”.
The two men relented to pink blondie staring them down . .
“Tsk, we're done here…”.
“Uh, yeah…”.
.
My collar was released and the men scurried away . .
“T-thanks so much . You are…”.
“It's all right now . ” The pink blond beauty smiled rea.s.suringly . .
This camp had few female prisoners . Most of them were women prepared for the Doem Camp, but I had a feeling this girl here wasn't one of those . .
.
“Food is quite scarce for everyone . You'd best eat your fill quickly . ”.
“Th-, yes…”.
.
“You may speak to me if anything—”.
“Lady Clara, this boy was seen speaking to a man of the Doem Camp . ”.
A tough looking dude came up from behind pink blondie . He looked like he didn't like me . .
“Was he… but he surely didn't know . ”.
“Be that as it may, we must tread with caution… . ”.
“… Of course . ”.
.
“Um, I, uh, Zack just told me about a bunch of stuff and, so…”.
“That is fine . Um… this isn't exactly the kindest place to be, so stay safe . ”.
The girl, along with the tough dude, then left . As he pa.s.sed me, the guy gave me another glare . .
I made a show of being scared out of my wits and stayed like that until they were gone . .
Then I muttered, “… Major player, right there . ”.
.
Mr . Zack should be able to tell me who that is while I eat . .
Her name was Clara huh, she really did remind me of… right, her . .
She looked a lot like Miss Rose . Maybe she's related to Oriana royalty?.
