Luke flew up the second flight of stairs, and with nowhere to go, headed through the large metal door, using the card he had stolen from one of the desks in R&D beforehand.
The bright light of the day's sun blinded him temporarily before he realized he was outside. He was on the roof of the facility. The roof stretched the perimeter of the building, only as wide as the corridors he had walked before, and in the middle, a square piece of the roof was missing. Luke inched over and peered over the edge, lying flat on his stomach, to make himself more difficult to spot.
On the ground below him, Luke could see people, lethargic and groggy, not willing to move of their own accord being rounded up by another yellow-suited man. He then moved away from them, walking over to his colleagues. He carried a gun, Luke could see now.
"Go on then, get it over with, boys. Put them out of their misery-" and before he could finish the last word, one of the infected lurched forward, releasing a gut-wrenching noise and attempted to grab the man. Before she could, however, gunshots were fired, blasting Luke's eardrums and the infected fell in a pile on the floor.
Luke had seen enough and sprinted to the edge of the roof, spotting a ladder that he slid down, burning his hands. He didn't care though, he was on the ground and that was all he needed. The ground and his feet. The latter delivered his brain's request and they ran, taking him as fast as they could to the cover of trees that lay just in front of him. His arms flailed at his sides as they tried to help propel him faster.
An almighty siren rang across the area, and Luke knew it was for him. He knew his cell had just been found empty, and he knew they were looking for him. Luke knew it was only a matter of time before he had a bullet in his back or was dragged back to the building, to be punished by having the worst infection they had injected, in him.
Luke reached the perimeter of the forest and once under the cover of the leaves and bark, he shrugged off his lab coat and left it behind a particularly large tree.
And he ran. He ran and he ran.
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White Walls
Misterio / SuspensoLuke Adams is your stereotypical 'good looking businessman' - dark hair, dark eyes and stubble lining his chiselled jaw. He is a successful businessman, breaks girls hearts, is wealthy and has the arrogance to match. But when he finds himself in an...
