Experiment Number 7218

Chapter 2: Abandoned

Chapter 2: Abandoned

Brittany's POV:

I lean up against the wall where my mom is. I wonder if he's told her where I am. I let out a sigh and close my eyes. I just finished eating and I'm waiting on my tray to be picked up.

I hear a loud clatter and open my eyes, only to close them again. I put my hand up to block the light coming from the door way. My heart pounds when I realize they're not coming for my tray, they're coming for me.

I quickly stand and push myself against the far corner, putting as much space between us as I can. My sight is not in my favor; I haven't seen a large amount of light in a while. A hand grabs my arm and forcefully yanks me forward. I tense and put my hand on the top of the one that has me.

He drags me out of the door and I can now see, but it's blurry and my eyes burn a little. I turn around and see what I can describe as a prison. Door after door that leads down a long white hallway, and to a flight of stairs.

It reminds me of a hospital, then again the word prison still lingers. I then see the cell beside mine, the man is picking up my mom's tray. I scream, "Mom!" Knowing she would hear me.

"Britt?!" She yells back, but he quickly slams her food slot shut and disconnects us.

"Get off!" I scream and shove the man away. Before I get one foot away from him, a stinging sensation hits me in the back. I tense as the feeling of fire spreads across my back.

I remember falling, almost in slow motion, but I don't remember hitting the floor.

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I'm laying on something hard. Not concrete, it's not that hard, but it's defiantly not soft either. Powdery, almost. Dirt.

I can't move yet, or open my eyes, but I know I'm outside. I can hear the wind, and when I breathe, it's fresh. I'm laying on my back, my arms flailed out, like someone just threw me in here with no care. I slowly gain my sense of touch, and I can open my eyes.

I shut them and turn away from the sky, opening them again.

A forest. And not the inviting kind. This looks like something you would see in a horror movie. I sit up and bend a little to get rid of the ache in my neck. I don't have the same clothes on.

I'm wearing a plain white shirt, a brown leather jacket, boot cut blue jeans with a plain black belt, and a pair of brown boots. The thought of someone else changing me makes me cringe.

I look up and see it's overcast, it looks like a storm is coming. Although there's a forest, there's a trail to take. There's two actually, each going in a different direction. The ground is littered with spots of grass, but most of it is just dirt.

I look to my right and see a knife laying there. It's a normal five inch blade with a wooden handle. The only thing about it that stands out is the engravings on both the blade and the handle. Engraved is: 7218.

I go to pick it up, and when I do, my wrist aches lightly. I examine it.

Right in the middle of my arm, about two inches below where my arm and hand connect, is a glowing green light underneath my skin, about the size of a dime. On the outside is a small hole, about the size of a needle. They put a tracker in me.

It doesn't hurt, but it's not comfortable. I stand up and put the knife in my jacket pocket. Only then do I notice something. My enhanced Werewolf senses are gone. I try to shift, but it doesn't work; I can't even speak to my Wolf. I'm basically human.

I look around and see no one. Back to being alone again. I look at the trail in front of me, then the one behind me.

The one behind me seems dense, like it leads deeper into the forest. The one in front of me seems thin, less troubling. My rational thought say's forward, so that's what I do.

The more I walk, the thinner the tree's get, soon enough to the point I only see a tree every once in a while.

In the distance I see a large building, what appears to be a factory. An abandoned one at that. All behind it, appears to be an entire city, but small. It looks like a mountain, like it was built on high ground. It looks abandoned, all of it.

A cold breeze blows by and I shiver. Now that I know what's on this path, I debate going back. After weighing the odds I decide to try and find a safe place to stay for tonight, somewhere closer to the city. The sun will start to set soon.

I walk towards the large factory doors. I stop in front of them, looking left to right for another access way to the city. A huge, thick, and high brick wall stands between this place and I. I don't want to have to go through this place just to get to a place to sleep. Maybe the woods was a better idea...

I turn around to go back and investigate, but freeze in my tracks when I see a man, pointing a gun at me no farther than five feet away.

"Who the hell are you?" He growls, daring me to move.