Average fucking day in the lab, wasn’t it?

Pine’s feet bumped against the floor as he raced down the hall, chest heaving from exertion. He often found himself rushing about like this, but always for more relaxed reasons like delivering reports back and forth or getting messages about the facility.

But it wasn’t often he’d be running through the blaring red lights cutting into the dimness of the building’s newly broken lights, past slaughtered bodies and scientists rushing about to protect their information, to go after the source of the chaos.

Pine didn’t even know why HE had to be the one doing this. Despite just being an assistant for the many years he’d been working here, he was apparently the closest one to the escaped subject. Sure, over the years, he’d been giving them little treats and presents, but he didn’t think that’d mean he’d have to convince them not to go on a murder spree in the future! Was he supposed to expect it? Was this his fault? Good god.

Shoes scuffed with the blood splattered on the floors, he rounded a corner and nearly slipped on the slick red. But he didn’t bother looking down, eyes instead staying focused ahead. Because there they were. Just down the hall, the red lights flashing over them. That damn escaped subject, covered in the blood they’d gained from their kills.

He took in a deep breath and straightened his posture, hands lifting passively into the air.

“Hey. Focus on me and stay calm. Just- don’t do anything else rash and tell me why you killed a bunch of my coworkers, why don’t you?”

Surely this would go well.