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Authors: Michael Carr
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You three will be given a medical review, questioned and depending on your answers, potentially released.”
Tonya bangs her fists on the table, “Released?! How long do you think we will last out there? We barely made it this far!”
Anders turns his back to walk out, but stops at the door. “Remember, you advanced this base with weapons and did not yield to security! Not to mention the damage you caused!” He points at them as he is halfway out the door, “As General, my duty is to protect the soldiers that serve this sector.”
Tonya is frustrated as the General grins and exits. She sits with her arms folded, “He is playing us. The interrogation process has begun.”
Patrick puzzled, “What did we do wrong? It is like we are the bad ones. I don’t understand.”
Tonya sits, exhausted, putting her face in her hands, “I don’t know anymore. I would give just about anything to be able to go back one year.” She ponders further, “What about Corey? We need to see what they are doing with him.”
Patrick looks over at her, his opinion has changed, “What about him? We wouldn’t be IN this mess if he hadn’t come around.”
Tonya turns and points at Patrick, “You do not know that! Think about it…”
Chief has heard enough, still holding his side “Both of you stop! We need to decide what we are going to do. We have come to a fork in the road and there is no turning back now kids.”
In an observation room not far away, a Doctor reviews a chart with Corey lying unconscious on a bed. The patient has multiple IVs and machines connected to him. His condition is being monitored closely.
“Looks like we just sit back and wait…see if the magic does its thing.” Pleased with himself, Dr. Timothy Richards looks over at the door to verify no one is there. He looks down at his arm, rolls up his sleeve deciding which vein to reward. Looking up at the clock, “I’ve got some time before the next specimen needs to be taken, let’s see how this new batch came out.” He holds the vial up and inserts the syringe to extract the drug.
The door to the exam room swings open and the General enters, “How’s our patient?”
Richards a bit startled sets the drug vial down under a nearby counter and slowly unrolls his sleeve. “Stable, General Anders…I’m anxious to see how the latest application takes.” Anders stands over Corey to inspect him visually.
Just above them is a large air vent, like the one seen in the meeting room. It looks to be big enough to hold a pint-sized fireball. Tonya has made her way through the air vent to find out more about Corey. The General steps back, “What type of drug was administered?”
Dr. Richards quickly responds, not wanting to disappoint, “I thought it best to go with the Lu-Ci-4. He has not responded to the others as anticipated.”
The General looks at Richards, “Others? How many have you given him?”
The Doctor gets up to show the stat sheets, “I started him in the same order we did with prior candidates, but since he was bitten by the Zly, I felt it was time to see how the new drug acts against that infection.”
The Doctor looks over the sheets again, “SZ1A did not seem to stimulate the results required.”
Tonya sits back in disbelief and turns away from the opening not wanting to hear more. She takes a moment for a selfish thought, thinking back to a time she was younger, before the outbreak. Her youth was not a happy time. Though she was never physically abused, her environment was her torment. She would close her eyes hoping the daily nightmares would end. But to no avail, the yelling and banging continued. The madness was persistent…being a good little girl did not distance her from the abusive displays around her. Now, older...Tonya sees that a different evil has presented itself but the emotional response is still the same for her. The aggravation never seems to end; the mundane struggle to exist can only be achieved by doing the
Tonya bangs her fists on the table, “Released?! How long do you think we will last out there? We barely made it this far!”
Anders turns his back to walk out, but stops at the door. “Remember, you advanced this base with weapons and did not yield to security! Not to mention the damage you caused!” He points at them as he is halfway out the door, “As General, my duty is to protect the soldiers that serve this sector.”
Tonya is frustrated as the General grins and exits. She sits with her arms folded, “He is playing us. The interrogation process has begun.”
Patrick puzzled, “What did we do wrong? It is like we are the bad ones. I don’t understand.”
Tonya sits, exhausted, putting her face in her hands, “I don’t know anymore. I would give just about anything to be able to go back one year.” She ponders further, “What about Corey? We need to see what they are doing with him.”
Patrick looks over at her, his opinion has changed, “What about him? We wouldn’t be IN this mess if he hadn’t come around.”
Tonya turns and points at Patrick, “You do not know that! Think about it…”
Chief has heard enough, still holding his side “Both of you stop! We need to decide what we are going to do. We have come to a fork in the road and there is no turning back now kids.”
In an observation room not far away, a Doctor reviews a chart with Corey lying unconscious on a bed. The patient has multiple IVs and machines connected to him. His condition is being monitored closely.
“Looks like we just sit back and wait…see if the magic does its thing.” Pleased with himself, Dr. Timothy Richards looks over at the door to verify no one is there. He looks down at his arm, rolls up his sleeve deciding which vein to reward. Looking up at the clock, “I’ve got some time before the next specimen needs to be taken, let’s see how this new batch came out.” He holds the vial up and inserts the syringe to extract the drug.
The door to the exam room swings open and the General enters, “How’s our patient?”
Richards a bit startled sets the drug vial down under a nearby counter and slowly unrolls his sleeve. “Stable, General Anders…I’m anxious to see how the latest application takes.” Anders stands over Corey to inspect him visually.
Just above them is a large air vent, like the one seen in the meeting room. It looks to be big enough to hold a pint-sized fireball. Tonya has made her way through the air vent to find out more about Corey. The General steps back, “What type of drug was administered?”
Dr. Richards quickly responds, not wanting to disappoint, “I thought it best to go with the Lu-Ci-4. He has not responded to the others as anticipated.”
The General looks at Richards, “Others? How many have you given him?”
The Doctor gets up to show the stat sheets, “I started him in the same order we did with prior candidates, but since he was bitten by the Zly, I felt it was time to see how the new drug acts against that infection.”
The Doctor looks over the sheets again, “SZ1A did not seem to stimulate the results required.”
Tonya sits back in disbelief and turns away from the opening not wanting to hear more. She takes a moment for a selfish thought, thinking back to a time she was younger, before the outbreak. Her youth was not a happy time. Though she was never physically abused, her environment was her torment. She would close her eyes hoping the daily nightmares would end. But to no avail, the yelling and banging continued. The madness was persistent…being a good little girl did not distance her from the abusive displays around her. Now, older...Tonya sees that a different evil has presented itself but the emotional response is still the same for her. The aggravation never seems to end; the mundane struggle to exist can only be achieved by doing the
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