🐺Fervent: Is described as displaying a passionate intensity. Wanting or need.🐺
Elle Anderson never expected to be one of the last humans left on earth. Surviving on her own through the species takeover she finds herself emerged in WereWorld. A wor...
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I was lead by Dr. O down the stairs from his office. I counted with each step to remember just how many there were for future reference. Looking around the other rooms we passed it seemed everything was kept very quiet here.
Gripping onto my hand we were lead past doors outside. He seemed to have an understanding of the guard wolves. That he could come and go as he pleased. I was frightened at the thought of where he was taking me. How much of this chaos was there to see?
I walked barefoot behind him through the camp that was set up. A dozen or so tents aligned the outside of the facility. My feet hurt but I followed anyway, I wouldn't dare ask one of these creatures for shoes. They would probably spit at me.
He came to a sudden stop as we came to a large tent bigger than the others. The entrance was curtained after the entrance door. He turned to hand me a mask for my face and I took it. Out of habit I laced it around my ears and made it cover my mouth.
What was so bad we needed masks?
It looked like something from our old unit, a light curtain you would use to display one patient and hide another. Looking at the red symbol, I was on high alert. This was a biohazard area? What on earth. I held my breath "Now before you make your decision. I would like you to be well versed what is going on here " He gripped the curtain and he waited for a reaction. When none was given, when he opened the curtain I almost vomited.
Beds were aligned against the walls with sick women in them. It smelled of infected death and decay. Moans and groans from the bodies radiated the area. Some writhed around while others bore their pain in silence. Walking down the middle of the beds I became overcome with sadness. This place was like a morgue.
" What is going on here? Why are they all so sick?" I asked flabbergasted at the sights. I tried my best to keep my voice low because the girls looked scared. They jumped as we walked along the floor looking at them. It seemed as if they almost had heightened senses. These girls looked to be about my age, you would never know it. They were all very thin and looked fragile. Their ribs showing and their haunting eyes barley able to acknowledge we were visitors. Some looked like they have not had a bath or a shower in weeks.
"Per the order of the Alpha, these women were subjected to medical testing. Due to the lack of females, this has become the top priority. These are the results that have come from that." T spoke as he was clutched a chart from one of the beds.
" Women are a dying species, Eleanore. Without women, there is no future. We are doing everything in our power to keep them sustained and give them a heightened existence. On top of that, we will have a hot commodity to sell to other areas of the world."
"You what!?"
"Keep your voice down! They are very sensitive to sounds" He whispered pointing a finger at me.
"By testing them we have had...issues. The majority are not strong enough to withstand treatments. The others which you see here, are alive and showing features but health has declined. We keep them away from the general population and they are the best outcome we have had so far. With your expertise we will exceed this I'm sure" He noted stating his facts like these were his lab rats.
