"To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
A time to be born, and a time to die..."
Ecclesiastes 3:1-2, KJV
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"Doctor Maine?"
The brunette doctor adjusted her glasses as she looked away from the man inside the glass room. Her bun had become messy over the past 36 hours she spent observing and analyzing the man's behavior and blood samples. She looked at the petite woman beside her, holding out a cup of coffee.
" Riz? Sorry I got lost in my thoughts." She took the cup and sipped the twenty fourth coffee she'd requested.
Riz tugged the helm of her dress. It has been crumpled due to the fact that she was with Dr. Maine for the past hours, assisting her in her observation and study.
Both ladies looked back at the man caged in a glass. He had yellowish bulging eyes, limbs that had become unsteady. He kept on pounding the solid glass wall, his white lab coat has been coated in blood and gore after he attacked some of the lab personnel. If she looks closer, Dr. Maine could actually see some shred of flesh between the man's teeth. She shivered as she looked at the man's blank eyes, remembering they were ones shining and alive.
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