As we stumbled through the dimly lit corridors, I couldn’t shake the persistent hum of that haunting melody in my head.
"Rain, rain, go away..."
It repeated like a broken record, sinking deeper into my mind. I pressed my hands to my temples, bumping the night vision goggles on my head. The whispers pulsed with each heartbeat, echoing inescapably in my mind.
“Do you hear it too?” I whispered to Lyn, my voice barely above a breath.
Lyn glanced over, his eyes rimmed with exhaustion, yet his face hardened with resolve. “Yeah,” he muttered. “But ignore it. It’s just... whatever they pumped into us.”
I nodded, forcing myself to focus on his voice, grounding myself against the creeping fog clouding my mind. It was clear now—the hallucinations, the fractured thoughts—these were all side effects of the treatment. That gas, those injections... they'd done something to us. Twisted our senses, blurred the lines between what was real and what was imagined.
Sera, walking a few paces ahead, clutched her arms, trembling. She kept muttering to herself, glancing over her shoulder as if someone was following her, her eyes darting in every direction. Her face looked pale, almost ghostly in the flickering light, her lips moving in a soft chant as if it were the only thing anchoring her to reality.
“It’s all in our heads,” I said, trying to convince myself as much as them. “They did this to us. We just have to keep moving.”
But even as I said it, a flicker of movement caught my eye—a shadow slipping just out of sight. I swallowed hard, forcing my gaze forward, clinging to reality by a thread.
Lyn’s hand reached out, gripping my shoulder, steadying me. “Stay close,” he whispered, his voice a low, urgent reminder that whatever was happening to us, we weren’t alone.
The corridor stretched on, its walls seemingly closing in, and the air grew thicker with a heavy, metallic taste. I could feel my heart pounding louder, almost drowning out the melody that haunted us. Every step felt like it took us deeper into something we couldn’t understand, yet something that felt intimately, chillingly familiar. A sense of dread weighed on me, tightening with every breath.
Despite it all, I could see the same stubborn determination mirrored in Lyn’s eyes. We would push forward, together, through the fog and fear, no matter where it led.
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Trials of the Test Subjects
Terrorᵂᴴₑᴿₑ 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...
