And the wind stopped.

October 4th 1967

"What's the status of subject 8?" A man asked as he peaked from behind a door.

"8 is scheduled for another outburst any time soon. Be careful with her" said another man as he looked at his clipboard. On it there was several sheets of paper each titled with numbers from 2 up to 12. He walked past the door to one of the testing chambers. The man inside was collecting a gurney with another subject strapped to it. He carried on walking towards the records room where he was to file subject ones last examination.

As he entered the door lightly slammed making him jump. Of the 30 personnel on site loud noises were a rarity. A woman walked past sliding a box onto a shelf and exiting the room. He sat down at one of the 3 desks in the room and began to write. 'Subject 1 examination class 4. The subject showed surprising persistence while attempting to load the rifle. However as a result of failure he snapped in two and laid back onto his gurney.' He looked up at the clock above the center desk,  1:17am. He filed the note into a box labeled S/01 exam results before turning to the door. He opened it to find the hallway black. The lights had gone of which wasn't unusual for this time of night however normally there wasn't a sence of hostility in the air. He shut the door before turning back into the filing room. He walked to one of the boxes on the shelfs and removed a flashlight. He reopened the iron door and turned the flashlight on, illuminating the corridor as he did. One of the testing chambers had been left open and there was nothing in the corridor. Slowly he walked down it, shoes echoing as he did. It was quiet but he thought he could hear something else in the hall. Not behind him however but in front. There was nothing there so he pressed on. The heavy iron door at the end of the corridor swung open as he reached it. A security soldier stood in his fatigues, his pistol holsterd.

"Could have shot you there sir" He said as he turned to allow passage.

"Sure you could." He spoke as he passed into the lit corridor. The tiled floor was pristine as were the concrete walls and ceiling. Heavy iron doors scattered the hall. Each with a number engraved. He passed all of them before he heard a thud it sounded like a pistol being kicked across the floor but it didn't echo like most sounds. He turned to see if the guard was picking something up, maybe even the gun if he'd removed it from its holster on accident.

The man's body was slammed against a wall before he completed his turn. His brains slowly dripping from the large crack in the rear of his skull. The doors that separated the corridor from the rest of the facility hung lose. Another guard shot several rounds up the corridor hoping to hit something through the open door before his arms were torn from his torso, his head followed before he was able to scream.