Escaping These White Walls

Escaping These White Walls

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Trapped in a facility in a world that is not her own, Lair is lost in the routine of pills, tests, and hopelessness. Stuck in a never-ending loop, with an escape nearly impossible, she becomes robotic, believing in an eternity of needle pricks and stale bread. But then a being like her appears like a beacon of light, carrying all of the knowledge of the realm they share. Lair is then left to determine if what he says about their realm is true or just words to get her to take his side. Will she believe him and aid in an escape or will she turn her back on her own kind to a life of white walls and golden blood splatters?
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He can hear them coming. He doesn't know where, but he can hear them from the distance. Their whispers. Clueless of what they're about. Their footsteps. Regardless of where they plan to hide next. But he knows that it's somewhere nearby. And he has an idea of who their next victim is. He must help her. Before she turns into one of them. It's too late to take any risks. He must go soon. But what he was unaware of, was that they already made their next move. ________________________________ They are fast. Quiet. They can speak without moving their lips. No words. Something else. They're hidden beneath the shadows of where we used to be. Right behind your house. Only few can hear them. Ones who shouldn't. They should live normal, happy lives like the rest of us. But they can harshly hear the silent, swift footsteps of the others. The ones that are Injected.

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