Prologue

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     Step by step it got harder to breathe and it had gotten to the point where if I moved I tasted blood. I stumbled through the broken building every so often stumbling over a piece of metal. My movement was limited due to the long gash running from my pelvis to just above my knee, the wound continuously bleeding as I put pressure on it. I crept down the hall as quietly as I could, stopping every now and then to lean against the wall and catch my breath. I could see the door at the end of the hall, the light from inside forming some sort of halo. I could stop them if I could just get there, the last of this mistake would be destroyed forever.

     I took two more steps and stopped to breathe, my leg wound stretching in an uncomfortable and painful way. I shifted and went to take another step but as soon as my foot touched the ground my leg gave out. I hit the floor hard, various pieces of debris pressing through my clothes. I could feel the broken shards of glass embed themselves in my skin as I hit the ground; the sharp pricks were almost non-existent as I felt a piece of metal press against my wound. I stifled my groan of discomfort and slowly pushed my body up until I was in a sitting position, my back resting against the concrete wall behind me. I could feel my breathing slowing down as I sat there and decided that I should at least tell someone where I was so that my brother could bury me.

     I picked up the radio which had fallen off of my belt when I fell and turned it on, praying that it still worked. The quiet buzz of dead air gave me hope as I pressed the button to talk, hopefully at least one person would hear it.

     "Is anyone there?" I spoke into the speaker, my voice almost a whisper.

     It was silent for about two minutes before a crackling noise was heard from the speaker, followed by a clear voice.

     "Stephanie! Thank God, are you alright?"

     The sound echoed throughout the hallway, Owen's clear voice cutting through the silence.

     "If by alright you mean bleeding out and unable to move then yes, I'm alright".

     A small smile snuck onto my face and I heard him chuckle dryly before he replied.

     "Sarcastic even in the face of death. You never change do you?"

     I could hear what sounded like rushing wind in the background as he spoke, the sound somewhat muffling his words.

     "Hey just because I'm dying doesn't mean that my sarcasm goes away".

     A wave of pain flowed through my body and I blacked out for a few seconds. I could tell that I probably didn't have much time and cut the conversation short.

     "Owen look, there's probably no way in hell that I get out of here alive so I need you to do me a favor. I need you to take care of Leo for me".

     I could hear him start to protest but I cut him off.
"I need you to promise me, please."

      There was silence on the other end before he came back.

     "I promise".

     I nodded to myself and let my head fall back against the wall.

     "You promise that you won't let my body get chewed on?"

     The last part had been more of a joke but god I hoped that he would take that seriously.
There was a lot of static on the other line for about a minute before it went completely silent, and I prayed that Owen had gotten my message before the signal gave out. I could feel my consciousness slowly slipping away when I heard his voice again.

     "Where are you?"

     He gave no indication that he had heard my previous statement and I thought the situation too serious to try and tell another joke. 

     "I'm in the lab".

     My arm which had started to feel like It weighed about 20 pounds dropped limply back to my side and the radio slid out of my reach. I saw the darkness surrounding the edges of my vision but just as my sight was about to black out I saw a blurry figure come running around the corner at full speed towards me. I could just make out who it was as my entire body went limp and my head drooped down onto my chest; a small faded smile was frozen on my lips as I dropped quickly into the black. 

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