I can't remember what happened or how I got here. I only have a clear memory of running away from a group of hunters.
. . .Did I get caught. . .?
No. There's no way I got caught.
I am the second fastest runner in my group, so they shouldn't have.
The Immortal Runaways. That's our group name. Cliche, huh? Annabelle picked it out, so go blame her.
Anyways, I went off topic.
Maybe I had tripped or something. That may be the reason my memory is fuzzy.
Actually, maybe that's just me. I have always had a horrible memory, so I write things down, like right now.
Why the hell am I writing in this? This is stupid, no one can read this, right?
. . .
I feel like I'm being watched without being watched. No one is in here.
Wait.
Is someone reading this?
Oh god.
Um.
Hi.
. . .
Uh, my name is Sunny, or as my "official" paper says, #333. Nice to meet you, reader?
. . .
. . .
Anyways, someone is coming. I have to hide this.
Hm. . .
There's a hole in the wall. Good.
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Life Of An Experiment
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