My whole life I dreamt of living out by the ocean, studying marine biology, living my best life by the salty ocean. That's what my life has always been. Silence. Although when I go to my dream college in Florida to study marine biology my internship...
I take a taxi to the park that I left yesterday, that was connected to the forest that, in the midst of it, had the abandoned warehouse place I was gonna be showing up to everyday after school until I don't even know when. The warm air dances between the strands of my brunette hair and I sigh in contentment, and I guess as a way to relieve stress.
My second visit, which is now, I have to get these weird hybrid creatures out of their capsules, and I didn't know their personalities or what they'd be like when they woke up and what kind of threat they face, so, I came prepared with some very heavy duty rope and if needed, zip ties snug in my beige tote bag. Yes, the worker at Home Depot did look a little sketched out but I tried my hardest to ignore the worried look and focus how I'm gonna go about this whole operation process thing.
I look at my map and it seems every step I take closer the thicker the tightening in my chest gets, my heart hollowing further down my stomach. What if the animals get mad at me because somebody decided to rip them away from their home and used them as an experiment. The silky, suffocating feeling of dread burries deeper. No amount of deep breaths can help anymore. I'm scared. To put it simply.
Leaves and twigs snap and russle under my feet, on the bottom of my white converse I'm wearing. Walking around the cracked, concrete building I finally find the only door hidden behind the overtaking vines. There's a little black camera staring right at me and it creepy registers my face immediately opening the locked door with a click. Entering in from the now open door and secret opening bookshelf I'm met with 3 heavy metal school desks right smack dab in the center of the lab.
I sharply gasp at the sudden new addition to the lab, not really expecting them to be there. The one in the center has a note on it that admittedly makes me a little weary to look at. Nonetheless I step up and look at the note, reading carefully.
Dearest Merletta Minette.
Today, your first lesson begins! Every teacher needs a classroom though, right?
I took my sweet time building an underground classroom with protective protocols like a remote that sets up a protective wall towards the front of the class that's glass and dispenses trays with syringes- they have a high dosage of horse tranquilizer in them each dosage the most each hybrid can take.
Use these tools wisely.
On the left wall of the lab there is a red button that opens up a newly installed concrete secret door I matched to look like the wall. This will lead you to the downstairs where you will be teaching your new students and where they will be sleeping.
