We slipped through the door, stepping into a dimly lit corridor that felt cold and oppressive. The air was thick with a metallic scent, sending a chill down my spine. Lyn adjusted the night vision goggles resting on his head, casting an eerie green glow over our surroundings.
"Stay quiet," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. We moved cautiously, the soft patter of our bare feet echoing off the sterile tile floor.
As we approached a pair of heavy double doors marked "Morgue," Sera glanced at us, her eyes wide with apprehension. "Are we really doing this?" she asked, her voice shaky.
"Yeah, we have to," I replied, steeling my resolve. "We need answers."
With a nod, Lyn pushed the doors open, revealing the morgue beyond. The room was lined with cold metal tables, each one ominously empty. Shadows danced across the walls, and the faint sound of dripping water echoed in the stillness.
The night vision goggles illuminated the space, revealing stark details-the gleaming instruments on a nearby counter, the stark tiles stained with age. But as we stepped further inside, the atmosphere shifted, the air thickening with an unshakable sense of dread.
"Look," Sera whispered, pointing to a wall covered in photographs. They depicted various subjects, each marked with ominous labels-failed experiments, I realized, my stomach churning.
"Those are us," Lyn murmured, his expression darkening. "We need to find out what they did to us."
Suddenly, a noise startled us-a soft shuffle from a shadowed corner of the room. We turned, hearts racing, as the figure of a lab technician appeared, silhouetted against the dim light. They were clutching a syringe, their expression hidden behind a mask.
"Get back!" Lyn shouted, stepping in front of us.
But the figure raised a hand. "I'm not here to harm you," they said, their voice low and frantic. "You don't understand the danger you're in. You need to leave!"
"Why? What do you know?" I pressed, desperate for answers.
"They're not finished with you yet," the technician warned, glancing over their shoulder nervously. "You have to escape-before it's too late."
With a sudden clang, the door slammed shut behind us, plunging the room into an oppressive silence. The technician's eyes widened in fear. "They're coming!"
"We can't stay here," Lyn urged as we backed away together.
"Follow me!" the technician shouted, darting toward a hidden door at the back of the morgue. We exchanged quick glances, knowing there was no other option.
Together, we raced after them, urgency propelling us forward. The walls closed in, and the shadows whispered around us, but we were determined to uncover the truth-and escape the nightmare that had ensnared us.
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Trials of the Test Subjects
Horrorᵂᴴₑᴿₑ ₐᴿₑ ʸᴼᵤ, ᴸᵢᵀₜᴸₑ ₘᴵᶜᴱ? Trapped in an abandoned facility, a group of young individuals, including Ana (code-named Mitochondria) and Lyn, awakens without memories, forced into a chilling experiment. As they navigate dark corridors and face the te...
