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Chapter 2: Clara

"Ow... my head..."

I mustered up all my strength and opened my eyes. What happened? I couldn't remember anything. I tried to remember what happened.

What happened?

Oh.

I remember now.

We got trapped, and a scientist...

This is all so unreal...

I got up, my head still spinning, and looked at the scene in front of me.

I was in an isolation room that was all white on the walls, with black tile floors, and nothing else.

I then saw Al, who was still trying to remove the puke in her mouth, her black hair in her face, and Sylvia was knocked out, her tall frame on the ground. Then before I knew it, something completely distracted me. Is that... a door? I walked up to it, then knocked.

"Who is it?" A male voice asked. Oh. It's the scientist.

"It's Clara, the one with the mole, in the middle of the two others?"

"Ah, yes. Come on out, I have some questions for you."

"Alright," I walked out.

The scientist then dragged me into a chair across from him. "So, will you let me ask you some questions?" he asked me, brown eyes staring into my soul.

"Why?"

"I need to know some more information about you. Once we're done, I'll put you in a safer room. It's not like I'm going to put you back in that room with that puking girl, I'll feed you, give you new clothes, and do a lot more."

"Why can't I go back?"

"You're the first of my subjects to take what I give them and live as a result. I need to test more on you."

I nodded quietly. "Alright..." a small, yet friendly smile appeared on his face. It was suspicious.

"First of all, do you have any diseases?"

"No," I said.

"Hm," he took a small piece of paper and wrote on it with a pen. "Alright, next question. Have you ever..."

His questions kept going on, until he finally asked, "We're done, so how do you feel now? Are you ready to go to your new room?"

I nodded again. "Yeah, I'm ready."

"Follow me."

I followed him, and he led me to a hallway of rooms. There were doors on both sides with nameplates. I saw a familiar name: Eden. These must be the scientists' rooms. I thought.

The scientist stopped at one of the doors. I checked the nameplate. Jonathan.

"This is your room?" I asked incredulously. "You have a room?"

"Yes. It's not much, but it's home..." he softly smiled.

He then shoved me in. "Here. Your friends will be here shortly after I do the same thing I did to you, to them. Now If you excuse me, I have to get back. See you later."

Then he left.

I walked around the room, getting comfortable. It was a gray room with a fancy white hardwood floor. There was a black bookshelf across from the bed. If you looked through the door, the bed would be on the left side, while the shelf was on the right. A white desk with a computer on it was placed next to the bookshelf, and a built-in closet was across from the door. In the farthest right corner, there was a room, and in the farthest left corner, there were a bunch of chairs. I walked up to the unidentified room.