Misunderstood Control

Exploration

An array of knives and pots stood before her, it looked like that was the kitchen. “Finally!” She cheered in joy, walking slowly through the clean area, full of spices and meat. A sink caught her eye almost immediately. Loralie rushed over, fumbling with the knob. Water rushed out, and she cupped her hand to catch some. It was as cold as ice against her dry cracked skin. She drank as much as she could, splashing her face with the cold miracle. Gasping against the feeling, she turned to see there was still stew in one of the pots. Giggling, she turned on the heat. The flame before her was something familiar. What was it? She couldn’t remember. It scratched her brain, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. Loralie had been in the facility for so long, she had forgotten so much of her past life. She forgot what she even looked like. She shook the thought, and explored some more. Theodore would be proud of her. Opening a freezer door, she suddenly jumped back as a large bag fell in front of her orange socks. Curiosity struck her. “what’s life if there is not risks…” she mumbled. Isn’t curiosity what got her in this mess first? None of that mattered anymore, all she wanted was to know what was in that bag. She bent over on her toes, trying to balance. She was never one to untie knots, so after a few minutes of trying, loralie grabbed a knife and stabbed it open. It was a bundle of meat, nothing too odd. She stared at it, until realization hit her once more. Screaming, she threw the bag across the kitchen. What fell out tipped her over the edge. A woman’s hand fell out, hitting the floor. She stared at it, too afraid to move. Her whole body was shaking. Was.. that the meat in the stew? Shuffling to the pot over the flame she put on, loralie peered into the pot. Who’s body was it? Then again, it looked less like meat but more like a human form. What was the reason? Who was supplying this? Did the staff know? They probably did, knowing Dr. Senka was absolutely psychotic behind that firm attitude of hers. If she had known better, she would have realized this was all too grey. Loralie felt like she was going to pass out or throw up all over the place, whichever one came first she didn’t care. She just wanted to get out of the place. Was she eating her fellow patents this whole time? There was no way. She would have known right? I mean her and Theodore were so desperate for food and water, they never even considered it. “Jesus Christ I have to get the hell out of here” she murmured, hand still over her mouth. Scurrying back off the floor, she took note of where she was. Did the doctors sleep anywhere? Did they even sleep? Do they have any extra shoes? Her feet hurt like hell, but she knew she had to go on. Loralie grabbed a kitchen knife in defense, or just in case. She had considered taking her life for a second or two. Thjs wasn’t any way to live. But who would expose the truth about this place? She had to make it out, and out alive.