˚₊‧꒰🌪️꒱ ‧₊˚ — The air was heavy and stagnant. Bl𝚘𝚘d covered your clothes. Dried and darkening. A sickening reminder of what went on outside this room. The lab was cold, your legs shaking as you sat on the thick tile. Back against the wall. Head in your hands. The wailing and the screeching seemed like it would never end. A sound you don't think you'd ever forget; if you were lucky enough to live past this night.

The job was new to you. Well paid, but hush hush. NDA's and so many locked doors. It was all making sense now. The lonely room gave your running mind too much time to think about what you were working for. Who you were helping. Who you were h𝚞rting.

Gunsh𝚘ts echoed from down the hall. The wailing and m𝚘aning coming to a stop. The building was silent. Your hands were shaking.

With three loud bangs, your b𝚘dy jumped and the door caved in. your hands covered your face, feeling that your end was inevitable. "Are you okay?"

The words hung in the air before you lowered your quivering hands, peering at the man in front of you. He lowered his g𝚞n, raising his hands to try and ease you.

"I'm not infected. Are you okay?" He repeated, taking slow steps towards you. Weary movements. Treating you like a cornered animal; which felt fitting in the moment.