Scott shuddered at what he saw.
Nauseated again, he retched and the vomited food that looked like clam chowder spilled down on his shoes.
Yikes, I can't take this anymore. I have to get out.
Scott had a hard time breathing, and writhed in agony. He was overwhelmed by what he had seen.
What the hell happened to Ryan and to these people?
Suddenly, he heard a pervasive blaring.
But it didn't caught his attention, that he just traipsed towards the entrance that he had entered awhile ago, as if nothing happened.
Scott was about to egress when 3 soldiers wearing gas masks raised their rifles and pointed it straight to him.
" Hands up!" One of them yelled and jolted him.
" Who the hell are you?" He hoisted his hands up in the air.
" Down on your knees, now!" The same soldier slug Scott and Scott came to hit the cold cement.
Then there was a revolting, toxic green hazy smoke that strewn all over the precarious, rickety hospital warehouse.
He cough and cough raspingly. Scott struggled breathing, he cocooned into a ball and rolled sideways.
Afterwards, a man appeared brushing off the smoke that passes through. Scott's eyes got bleary, itchy and tear-soaked that he became equivocal if the figure is a man.
There was zero visibility as fog dispersed.
Claustrophobia and Homichlophobia struck him.
He cough and cough until he passed out.
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Mystery / ThrillerEverybody wants to be perfect. In achieving perfection, a man named Byron Adams didn't know that he'll be the first variable in the experiment. Dreams that he'll encounter, will the experiment be a success? The world had gone rogue and wicked. To cu...
