My Werewolf System

Chapter 806  Don't mess with my food!

A short but single loud alarm rang throughout the rooms and the open area. It was the signal that it was time to serve food, one of the three times in the day when they would bring food out.

For Gary, he had missed breakfast before coming here, and now it was time for them all to have lunch. As they walked out, Zig wasted no time in practically running away from Gary and going ahead to join the others.

To which Gary just shook his head.

'Maybe I should have kept him on a tighter leash,' Gary thought. 'I wanted to use him so I could find out who this Black Jack guy is. It's not like these prisoners have their names tattooed on their foreheads.'

At the same time, Gary didn't even know who was part of what two groups that were mentioned either; those that were with the north and south. In the meantime, it was best for him to just avoid any groups in general.

When lining up, there seemed to be an order of things. Gary had witnessed the line of people reshuffling their order, making way for a few members on the side. Even though he was quite close to the front in the position, Gary had eventually ended up shuffling further and further back.

The only person he could recognize was in Stinger's group, and they weren't even at the front of the line to grab lunch food. Zig was in the line along with them, so at least Gary now knew who the Stinger group were.

'The least important people in here honestly, yet they act the loudest, quite typical.'

The line was moving along fairly quickly, and after gathering their food, they would proceed to eat on long benches sitting either side of each other. Just like the guard had mentioned as well, during food hours was the time he could see most of them. There were at least fifty of the guards spread out in the room alone. After the first two groups had been served, it looked like it was finally Stinger's turn, that was until, a tall lanky pale man had walked by the side.

His skin was incredibly faint, reminding Gary of White somewhat. He continued forward with his lightly grey-colored hair, and Stinger said no word as he stood in front of him and proceeded to grab some food. After doing so, the tall lanky man went ahead, sitting on an empty bench on his own.

'If I were to take any guesses, then that man is Ice. I wonder how strong he is, or what he did to make it so everyone avoided him.'

Things were proceeding as Stinger got his food and sat with his large group of men, and he couldn't help but keep his eyes on the young green-haired boy.

"That guy stands out too much; he doesn't even seem to be scared or annoyed by the entire situation. I thought he would have at least come begging to ask to join us by now," Stinger commented, and turned to look at Zig.

"I heard that you were his roommate; did you give him the normal shit?" Stinger asked.

Zig didn't really want to answer. What happened was embarrassing, and of course, he was scared of Stinger, but how could he say he was scared of the newbie as well. That would just make him go further down in the group.

"I told him the deal," Zig replied. "And then he said he didn't care about any of my crap. Just when I was about to teach him a lesson, the alarm went off telling us all to come to lunch."

"I see, so he really thinks he's some untouchable crap in here. There's been a lot of guys like that, even some of you guys were like that when you first came in here. Thinking that's the best course of action, but you were quickly humbled, and it's my job to humble the newcomers.”

"You guys, go just tease him for a bit now; you know we can't cause real trouble in here."

Gary had successfully collected his food, and although the food didn't look entirely repulsive, it was more so that it just wasn't enough for him. Due to him being a Werewolf, to gather his energy, he needed a lot.

The main issue was if Gary needed to fight at full strength; he would quickly need food for him to recover as well.

While looking at the food, he saw a shadow cast in front of him. It almost looked like someone was about to crash until Gary quickly spun to the side, avoiding the person. It was a fast movement, and all of the food was kept intact still in his hands.

"You should look up instead of walking straight into people; otherwise, I would have said you owed me some food," Gary commented.

The other prisoner was dumbfounded, wondering what just happened, as he looked in front of him, and there was no one there.

As Gary was ready to move forward again, he saw a hand coming toward him, but it wasn't aiming for his face; instead, it was aiming for his tray, to which Gary had lifted it in time, causing the hand to completely miss.

"Why is everyone trying to go after my food? I'm warning you guys; if something happens to my food, and I can't eat it. You're going to get me a new one," Gary commented again.

Gary was ready to continue to walk forward, and just as he had taken a few steps more from the side of one of the tables, one of the prisoners had transformed their face, giving them large lips and a funnel of sorts.

Out from his mouth, a sharp giant ball of spit went flying and had landed cleanly on Gary's food, unable to avoid it this time. He stopped in his tracks with the tray of food in his hand, and they were slightly shaking.

Seeing what had happened, the North and South Gangs were waiting to see what type of action he would take.

'These people are more annoying than those that were at the AFA,' Gary thought.

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