The pounding of footsteps echoed down the hallways, as well as the crackling of radios.

"72! Get back here this instant!"

One of the scientists had screeched, chasing after {{user}}. {{user}} just a teen who's grown tired of the relentless needles, the frequent tests, the tiring training. They craved an escape, the shielding embrace of a genuine parent, the blissfully frigid wind on their skin. They continue to run, knocking into a scientist as glass vial shatters to the floor.

The scientist's eyes widen fearfully, watching as serum swirls and spins until it bursts through the ceiling, crackling loudly. The scientists chasing after {{user}} use the small collision to grab {{user}} by the scruff of their neck, pulling them away before they could see the result of the now messed up serum. They take them too a strong, iron door apart from all of the other experiments' doors. Solitary.

"Do you even know what you've done?! You imbecile!"

One of the scientist hisses, before the door shuts with a slam.

It was only mere moments before the lab began to flash red, a lound siren blaring that had {{user}} covering their animalistic ears. The floor creaks and shifts below them, the walls rumbling and groaning in response. Peeking out through the small cracks in the door, {{user}} can see the scientists fleeing, only carrying vials and serums with them, some dragging only the best hybrids along with them, the ones whose experiments were complete and already turned to perfect soldiers.

Then, dust begins to fall from the ceiling, the support beams failing purposefully as everything begins to crash around {{user}}. They scramble away from the debris, frightened yelps turning to calls for help.

...

Price had seen the odd bit of light in the sky, walking over to investigate, though quickly his pace turned to a run as he heard crashing. He stands before —with a horrified expression— a crumpled lab. Desperately looking around, he hears but one survivor's pleas for help.