Are we ever going to get out of here?

Prologue

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, okay. No, don't worry, everything will go according to plan, sir. See you next month."

The scientist hung up the phone and walked over to the white room, scanning his keycard to open the door. Inside was a girl, of barely 10 years old, shivering and mumbling to herself in the corner of the room. She looks up at the person who has just walked into the room with a blank stare. He made sure his hazmat suit was fitted properly and looked down at her.

"Hello. When's dinner?" she chirped quickly.

"Dinner is soon, don't worry." He reached into his pocket.

"How long until I can go?"

"It should be soon, your body is still weak, so we need to keep you here."

"Are you going to let me go yet? You promised I would see my parents soon." She said in a quiet, almost dead sounding voice, while bobbing her feet up and down.

The scientist's radio started crackling. It was hard to hear from the distance, but she heard one distinct word, execute.

Are they going to kill me?

"Change of plan. We have been notified to move you to another room for some more testing. I am going to sedate you now. Please sit still."

The scientist pulled a syringe out of his pocket. His expression was normal, but his hands were shaking as he moved towards her.

It was like something had taken over her body. She didn't want to die. She suddenly jumped up, yelling at the scientist.

"No! No, no, no, I don't want to! I want my mum! Take me home!"

She smacked the syringe out of the scientist's hand and ran to the door, which was still open ajar. She slipped through the door, while the scientist chased after her, struggling with the ridiculous hazmat suit.

"Code grey! Test #27 has escaped her cell. LOCK DOWN THE WHOLE FACILITY!" He yelled angrily into a crackling radio.

The girl turned a corner right into some office personnel who had no hazmat suit on. Suddenly, the man that was closest to her started coughing up blood. Seconds later, the other two behind him started hacking up as well.

The girl backed away slowly, shocked. What just happened?

They started vomiting a clear, vile-smelling goo which shot out of their mouths like a fountain. The man dropped dead, and then the other two.

"GET THAT GIRL!" A man who was all the way up the hallway screamed. A few seconds later 4 people, protected with hazmat suits, and armed with machine guns, started firing at the girl. One grazed her on the shoulder, and she screamed out in pain, clutching it as she hid from the relentless fire of bullets.

She ran back around the corner, to the stairwell, still holding her shoulder, and cursing under her breath every step she took. The door was locked. She pulled a shelf over from the wall and started ramming the door with it. It didn't work, so she kept ramming it, until finally the door gave way and she pushed herself through the heavy door. She practically flew down the stairs, sprinting at a speed she thought she would never have run at, her ears still ringing with the machine guns blaring at her ears.

"She's heading to the exit! Fire to kill!" somebody shouted down the stairs. More blaring. This time, one got her in the arm. She let out a deafening cry, pain shooting up her arm, into her shoulder, and blood running down her arm.

She quietly tiptoed through the hallway and stopped when she saw something that sent chills down her bones.

A white room, stained red all over the room, with a clear door, and maybe 50 kids all slumped or on top of each other in different ways. Each one of them had at least 10 gunshots on some part of their bodies, and they were all clearly dead, for how long she didn't know. A tear rolled down her dirty cheek. How could they do this? Were they going to do this to me?

But she had to get out, before they could kill her.

Those kids were dead, she couldn't help them now.

CREEAAAAK

A thunderous, squeaking noise was coming from one storey below where she was. The exit.

She went back to the stairwell and stormed down the stairs to see a giant, 3 feet thick door closing. The exit. This was her chance.

The opportunity to get out was getting further and further away, as the giant, almost-vault like door got closer to the doorframe. She felt a sudden adrenaline rush, one like she had never felt before.

She dashed to the door, still clutching her arm, which wouldn't stop bleeding, and slipped through the door just as it was about to close on her. Thank God for being skinny.

She slowly walked out the rest of the building, and into the sun. It hurt her eyes, after being locked in a quarantine cell for 2 months. As she adjusted to the glary light, she wiped the tears she didn't know she had shed off her face. She felt traumatised, and wondered how she would ever live life again. She sat down for a second, her arm and shoulder stinging and aching more and more as the adrenaline wore off, while realising how hungry she was. She wasn't just hungry, she was ravenous. There was nowhere to get food for probably miles.

She stood up slowly, she was starving and if she didn't find something to eat, she would die. She staggered over to the road and, her body feeling weaker and weaker every step she took, to the nearest large building that wasn't the facility. She didn't know what the building was, but in the distance, she could see loads of people walking around in it.

As she got closer, she realised that it was a sort of school, what she had missed out on for the time she was trapped at the facility. She noticed a group of kids on the grassy field next to the school and staggered over to them.

She looked down at her arm. #027 tattooed to it. That's when she burst into tears.

She wasn't a girl anymore, she was forever #027, her identity was wiped when they took her from her home.