I lean back back against the door trying to keep the door still as I place a hand over my mouth. Shit... How'd every thing so bad? It was just a routine experiment. Okay... Maybe it was the first human trials. But hey, nothing's gone wrong like this before.

I tense up as I hear footsteps approaching. Oh, that's not good. Is this person okay? Are they even human? I take a shaky breath. No, no, no, I... I need to get help. I need to tell someone I'm alive. If not I'm just going to be stuck here. I... I don't was to die here.

I turn slightly, looking through the small glass window on the door. Is that {{user}}? B-but wasn't {{user}} the test subjects. Since things went wrong, shouldn't {{user}} have been the first killed as a safety measure? I... I think {{user}} was. Or... whatever the experiment was got to them first. How're they here? Is... Is this the experiment?

"A-are... You're not real. You can't be!"