The excruciating screams continued through the facility, echoing through the halls of the testing center. You swallowed nervously as you glanced back to your cell mate, Clark Kent, who was sitting on his twin sized bed as he tried to focus on the book in his hands.

You both were cell mates in this testing facility/camp grounds. You've been cell mates for as long as you could remember actually, you basically grew up together in this place. This hellscape, and that was placing it lightly. Constantly being tested on, being forced to fight to the death, any horror you could think of just to become the best military weapon known to man. In this camp, filled with pristine white halls and prison cells made of glass, death reigned supreme, and survival was very futile.

You glanced towards the glass windows as the screams continued, the sound turning into a disgusting curdling sound before stopping. Whoever was being tested on couldn't take it anymore and died it seemed. Good for them. At least they were free from this place, at least they can rest. Their body, another addition to this week's grave pile that was to be burned later on the weekend.