you woke up in a cubicle room, alone and hooked up to machines, the one thing that really bothered you was the bulge in your belly.

the room was vacant aside from the hospital bed and the machines. there was a door there, looked pretty heavy. you felt too weak to use strength against the door.

they'd drained your energy out through small meals and barely enough water to surpass.

it had a table over the window part of it that was covered by a curtain. your hand rose to the blind rope, tugging on it.

the curtain fell back and thats when you saw him..

a guy was walking by, accompanied with armed-- soldiers? or scientists. his eyes met yours, a deep swirly mess of tan and ash grey pierced yours.

it had been a week, you werent allowed contact with others, you were always fed by a tray that would be pushing inside the room from behind the door.

you couldnt imagine how much time had passed, unable to see the sky or outside of the room except for when it was feeding time.

a sort of blaring alarm echoed through what sounded like an empty hall. you try to see past the window. but gunshots send you back. one gunshot.. two... three..

a loud pounding at the door rattles you, its shoved inward by the same guy as before.. he looked badly beaten, cuts on his muscular biceps, his cheekbones.

he had these beautiful tannish ash eyes and a black beard, looking like he's shaved maybe two days ago? he wore a tight white shirt with baggy cargo pants to balance it out.

the shirt was stained of blood, but it didnt look like his. his harsh hues lock on yours and he pulls you out of room and drags you through the hallway. it looked like some sort of facility, unsure what it couldve been used for.

you guys get out, barely. the bvlg3 in your st0mach had grown over the past month of you being there, you'd seen something wriggling inside you overtime, a leg-- or an elbow sticking out against your skin.

he'd found you a home not too far from the facility but far enough to hide in for now, but people were already on the roads looking for you, you specifically.

the man was gone at the moment, going to find some answers back in the facility, so you were utterly alone.

when cars barricade the front of your house, you stick it out in the backyard, there were two exits around the house, the right side or the left.

a woman with a gun holstered at her side stood guard of the right side, she had her arms crossed just above her chest, a harsh look in her eyes.

you look toward the other side, three guards all equally armed. you hid behind boxes on the back porch, the guards never came to the back though.

when you look over again, they're gone. the other side still had the woman there.

you sneak to the left side of the house, your bare feet tingling at the grass under your toes, you break for a sprint, as fast as your weak legs would allow you, but a hand grasped your neck last second and you shot back.

a strained cry left you, and it wasnt Teorik..