Hey guys :) Hope you enjoy this tiny chappy! Future ones will be made longer but if yall have any questions to "ask Mr Robinson" do write it in the comments so I can fill in loop holes and add more details in the story hehe xxBea
ps: shameless promo to my old fanfic I wrote with my hun Gisele aka @giselegazelle on our joint account @gleetioner9133 called "How I Met One Direction" we did it in 2012 so it sounds dumb but whatevs. Everything is fictional nothing happened and it is kind of a pity because we are not directioners anymore but people wants to read more! So i guess ignore the carrot-ness in the story!\
Anyways enjoy this chappy!!
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On the floor laid the weekly newsletter with the week’s schedule on the back. Breakfast was at 8 and we were left with 15 minutes so we chose the grey slip-on dress in our cupboard of grey. Having matching outfits with your best friend is taken to a whole new level in this place.
Once we reached the cafeteria, we were taken to our designated seats. We were brought to a table labelled ‘lunch girls’.
Lunch girls. LUNCH GIRLS.
Before I could question the label, a lady in her early 20s introduced herself, “Hey you guys are Wendy and Penny right? I’m Jenna and I know the label sounds bad but it just means we are the ones in charge of lunch duties this week. No biggy.”
We were introduced to others around the table. The people were really nice and they shared loads about incidents or secret doorways around the area. The wired fence we walked through was one of the ways. There was actually a sign that covers the hole however due to the storm it fell and then I realised.
We stood on a metal plate to cover up the muddy puddle.
It was that sign. It was a warning. Jenna explained that the sign should state ‘anyone seen on site will shot on sight’. A sudden flashback reminded me about Caspar falling on the ground. All of us were shot by a tranquiliser each. So did that living dead. Tranquilisers do not work on it explaining its rise after getting shot.
I lost my train of thoughts when I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder. “Mr Robinson wants to see you in his office.” Once again I was lead through halls and turns and greeted by a big silver door.
“Hello Penny welcome back!” He greeted me with the cheek kiss thing which I have never done before made me feel really awkward. Especially doing it with a 40 year old man. We sat down and were served really amazing grilled cheese. We had a heated conversation about everything going on. However most of his answers were,
“Time will tell”
I have never felt so annoyed before. I kept persisting on many questions but he did not think it was “the right time to answer”. To me, what stated on Caspar’s report I accidentally glanced over was my main priority in this impromptu Q and A session.
“Mr Robinson. Please do tell me about the medical report. I need to know.”
“Penny I know you really want to know but I am not sure if you are ready to receive this news.”
“I know I am ready sir.” I said with a stern voice.
Mr Robinson got up and picked up his laptop from his desk and came back showing me the document on people with “To be cautious” under their blood tests. I was hoping that my assumption I made before was not true. To my horror, I was wrong. It was worse.
Way worse.
I picked up the laptop and it read
‘Patients who fall under this scheme have to be watched carefully and made sure to not enter the danger grounds- areas outside the dome. Patients who fall under this have a rare mutation in their genes which has not been specified at this time. No cure is available at the moment but research has been progressing quickly and at this rate it should be able to finish and find a serum by the end of next year.
The genetic mutation is passed down every 4 generations and only males will be able to have it. The mutation will grow rapidly under circumstances involving particles in the air released by rotting flesh. Code name as “Placidtomin”’
Before I could continue reading the rest of the details, Mr Robinson’s secretary hurries in rushing,” A new recruit fell off the wall.”
In my records, the newest recruit we had was us. One of us fell off the wall.
I jumped up and sprinted off dropping the laptop on the couch. Having to be unable to locate the clinic in this maze of a building, I ran around aimlessly. I followed the smell of antiseptics and was led to a group of teenagers huddling in front of a bed.
“Wesley, wake up!” A familiar whimper was heard when I entered the room. I thought that was it. I thought Wesley did not survive the fall. Wendy sat next to the lying patient, Aiden standing next to her and Caspar was being bombarded with questions.
Wesley laid there unconscious making everyone worry by the minute. Aiden came up to me to explain everything.
