(Arya's P.O.V)
Alarms blaring throughout the base. Knowing it could only mean one thing, I ran to the door of my cell screaming for someone to let me out. But what I saw was horrifying- scientists evacuating leaving me and the other test subjects locked in our cells. The realisation was more painful then all the experiments. They were leaving me. Leaving us for dead.
I sat against the wall and prepared myself for death. Although I knew it was wrong, for the first in my life I was comforted. I had been waiting for death since my own father forced me into this life.
The walls staring crumbling behind my back and I knew it was my end. The rubble caved in on top of me, burying me beneath it. My vision way fading and the darkness was consuming me until I thought no more.
