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Unit 101

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I sit in the darkness. I havent seen the sunlight in 4 years. The synthetic light hums quietly in the corridoor. I cant remember outside. The sun seems like a distant memory and I cant remember the last time I felt the wind on my face. I cant hear footstep coming up the corridoor. My chest tightens. I am vunerable and weak. I know I cant stop them this time. Can I survive the pain? I given up on crying. The tears cant save me. I hang my head in submission and wait for what will come.All Rights Reserved

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Unit 101
Mon, Apr 28, 2014

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Amongst the Stars by Fangirlly02

My lungs and muscles burned. Everything in my body begging me to stop but I had to keep moving. I had to get away. I rather die than go back to that lab but this building was a maze! Never ending hallways and big metal sliding doors that you see in space movies. All I could hear was the patter of my bare feet, heavy breathing, and my heart beating in my ears. "Hey!!! Stop her! Whatever you do, do NOT let her get away!!" A man yelled after me but I couldn't look back. Even as I heard the whoosh of metal doors opening and the thudding of boots chasing after me.

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Amongst the Stars

My lungs and muscles burned. Everything in my body begging me to stop but I had to keep moving. I had to get away. I rather die than go back to that lab but this building was a maze! Never ending hallways and big metal sliding doors that you see in space movies. All I could hear was the patter of my bare feet, heavy breathing, and my heart beating in my ears. "Hey!!! Stop her! Whatever you do, do NOT let her get away!!" A man yelled after me but I couldn't look back. Even as I heard the whoosh of metal doors opening and the thudding of boots chasing after me.