Lab #37

Lab #37

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She slipped away from the guards, and stuck to the shadows as the unsuspecting scientists walked past. Muttering random things under their breath. She snuck out of the building, retreating to the cover of the forest line inside of the walls. In the darkness of the trees, her mutated cat sense kick in. Illuminating everything in a greenish glow, like night vision. -------------------------- #37, that's been her name for as long as she can remember. The only place she knows as "home" is an old science lab in the middle of no where. Never met her parents, never met any family. She's always been alone, through every injection, every experiment, every pain filled check up. And she's had enough, and now she plans her escape!
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