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I ditched The Culled for a Very Long Time but after seeing my 42 unfinished story ideas i felt guilty and got back to writing it.
I also started uploading the chaps on wattpad again, if you want to read it its here and ill (hopefully) be updating once a week
Alex: pls put down the knife indie
Indie: *silent defiance*
My Jun and Cara series is now on Wattpad!
It's a good thing I had them saved because I searched for the tags and tumblr was broken and i couldnt find the original posts :( but anyways here
This is Indie their gender is fire
(Theyre gonna be in the culled soon)
Just in case anyone's still reading THE CULLED, I haven't given up on it yet, don't worry.
Here's an sneak peek of the chapter I'm currently working on:
Good luck with that Vi-
Another piece about Jun and Cara because I wanted to :P
tw cursing, human trafficking, genetically modified humans, implied euthanasia (culling)
Embryos
The kid is nuts, Cara is sure of that. He keeps ranting to her about purposes and other shit, a big happy smile on his face.
The problem is, no one else wants to talk to her because of her prickly demeanor, so the kid is the only person she has.
He has the look of a little kid who had a sudden growth spurt, all gangly limbs and messy black hair and stuck out ears. Hell, she doesn't even know how old the kid is.
"It's time to go check on the embryos," Jun tells her, popping up out of nowhere. Cara stares at him, amazed at how he can say something so unorthodox in such an offhand way.
"What?" Cara says. Jun ignores her and bounces away to line up with the other captives.
She gets up from her cot and reluctantly follows him. So far, she's had to take care of about fifty newborns simultaneously. She grimly wonders what this next task will be.
They reach a metal door with a keypad. The assistant leading them quickly types in a passcode, and the door slowly swings open.
Cara glances inside, then gasps.
The large room is dimly lit with warm red lights, but that's the least surprising thing about it. It's lined with small...cells, little opaque windows all along the walls. And inside each of the cells is a tiny, unborn human baby.
"We need to check the temperature and nutrients in the fluid," Jun whispers at her elbow. Cara stares at him, still overcome by the initial shock of seeing the embryos for the first time.
The assistant splits them up into pairs, and Jun leads Cara over to the first row of little cells. He tweaks a few knobs on the side of the cell, then replaces the IV bag of fluid with a full one.
"This is for adjusting temperature," Jun whispers, gesturing at the little knobs. "And these are artificial nutrients and hormones and stuff for the babies." He replaces a second bag of fluid, then a third.
Still shaken by the whole thing, Cara begins to work on the next cell, trying not to stare at the baby in the fluid.
"These are the more developed babies, so they move a little," Jun tells her as she works. "Look."
Against her better judgement, she looks. She watches in amazement as the tiny shape kicks its legs.
For a fleeting moment, she can almost understand what Jun told her.
But then she catches sight of the tag next to the window.
Lee, Ariel F0-957
This is a BioTech kid. A kid with a loving family, waiting to receive their perfect genetically-modified baby. A kid who will never be culled.
A kid who will live the life that was taken from her.
She glares at the little shape, then carelessly replaces the last bag of liquid and moves on to the next one, as quickly as possible.
She doesn't even glance at the babies anymore.
So i wanted to write more The Culled stuff so here's a short thing about Jun and Cara, characters that come out later in the story.
Link to The Culled: https://www.wattpad.com/story/270396583-the-culled
trigger warning: human trafficking, cursing, implied euthanasia, clueless victim
Jun doesn't remember his last name.
But that's okay! At least he hasn't been culled. And here he's fed, given a safe place to sleep, and he has a purpose.
There is much to be thankful for.
When he first came to the BioTech factory, he was scared. But as he learned how to take care of the babies in the artificial embryos, helped take care of the little newborns, he started to get happier.
This was his purpose in life. To help with the creation of tiny babies, and send them to their loving families.
He is the metaphorical baby-bringing stork.
He has been here for four years.
When he gets back to the sleeping area, he catches sight of a new girl, sulking near one of the empty beds. She has an olive complexion, and dark hair with red dyed tips. A few years older than he is.
As one of the veterans in this unit, he feels he has the duty to help this new girl adjust.
Another boy, Matthew, grabs his arm to stop him as he walks towards the girl.
"Don't do it," He says quietly. "Just let her be."
Jun frowns. He glances back towards the girl. Sure, she's letting off extreme 'don't talk to me' vibes, but he's sure that she'll talk to him.
He wriggles out of Matthew's grip and steps over to the new girl.
"Hi!" He says in a cheerful voice. "I'm Jun! What's your name?"
She glares at him. Her eyes are dark red, probably a result of the latest pigment trend.
"Fuck off." She growls.
"It's okay to be confused and angry," He says earnestly. "Everyone is on their first day."
"What do you know?" The girl snaps back. "You're what, thirteen years old?"
"Fourteen." Jun corrects her. Then he frowns. "I think so."
The girl keeps glaring at him. "How are you so happy? We're all captives here, remember?"
"We're given a purpose," Jun tells her.
All of the new ones are like this. They don't understand their true purpose yet. But Jun can wait.
The girl scoffs. "Whatever, kid. Just go off and talk about your 'purpose' shit to someone else."
Jun turns away, defeated. Just then, the girl speaks again.
"Cara." He turns around, surprised. She scowls. "My name is Cara."
A smile spreads over his face. "Nice to meet you, Cara."
She rolls her eyes. "Whatever."
Jun walks away, his spirits lifted. Soon Cara will see how great it is to be here. He'll show her.
And then, finally, someone will understand him.
