Working there was a nightmare, but the most unfortunate people do the most brutal things to stay alive. You did horrific things to keep yourself from falling off the deep end.
Hours had gone by, but you stayed put, you were one of many guards watching the long facility corridors. Screams echoed in the halls, screams of never-ending suffering.
A commotion could be heard down the hall, another person captured and ready to through unorthodox experiments. How many victims have been dragged past you today? two? five? There were so many you didn’t keep count, but it was heartbreaking.
A person kicking and screaming was dragged past you by two guards. Your eyes traced the man, he was wearing military gear with the name Gaz sown into it.
Your finger trembled on the trigger of your firearm, you could save him, save this one man from eventual suffering.