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"What am I investing my money into?" He huffed his brown thick cigar and opened his mouth releasing toxic folds of tar wavering above his head and diffusing into the room.
"We've supplied oxygenated blood to their brains hoping to keep them stabilized." The nurse held an iPad in her hands, red manicured nails swiping to turn pages as she represented her PowerPoint on a screen for everyone to see.
Men and women dressed in official attire jeweled with expensive pearls and photoshop worth make up sat around the big conference table not quite understanding what the nurse was presenting but had invested millions in the project so they stupidly nodded their heads.
"So they're alive?" A man swiveled in his chair facing the pale nurse who pursed her lips in irritation. "I thought the whole point was for them to die so we can bring them back."
"Only one is alive." Behind them was a glass door and four pale bodies dressed in white gowns lay on metallic beds, transparent tubes drilling fluids of different shades attached to their temples, wrists and chests. "And that to keep as a control in the experiment."
The nurse pointed at the dark skinned female who had an extra tube connected to her throat.
"And she has throat cancer meaning she's already on the road to death," she added when hope glinted in his eyes and smirked his lips turned to an upside down crescent. "Mister Franchise your investments will be highly paid for in return but for now let us first do our job—"
"Megan, it's time." A young man dressed in a white coat abruptly entered the room. His ruffled blonde streaks of hair fell short over his mediocre eyebrows, without casting a glance at anyone, he made it for the glass room with the corpses.
Skillfully connecting the similar tubes to his body, he discretely dropped his coat to the ground and rested on an empty bed.
Nurse Megan hurried in shortly after, switching on different specialized machines placed beside each dead body and stopping by the doctor's bed, she easily grabbed a pair of sharp surgical scissors on a random tray tearing his windpipe open spluttering blood everywhere. It fizzed from the open trachea tainting a dead red with which ever object it found.
Staining her glasses and bleached teeth, she groaned in disgust easily removing her own coat and placing it over his neck immediately dark red soaking it in seconds.
Walking over to a grey wall, she flipped over a red switch.
