Morning came, and so did sleep. I dreamed of the only things I could remember. Recurrent nightmares plagued me about the lab and my escape. In the dreams, I didn't make it out, and the unseen enemies caught me.
In those nightmares, the enemies weren't normal looking. They appeared to be aliens or monsters of some sort. Their heads were large and elongated. Wild looking eyes of black, silver, gold, red, and any other color possible shone down at me with wicked intentions.
Most of them didn't have hands and faces the way I would expect them to. They had claws, tentacles, pincers, and any other number of nonhuman appendages. And their faces were ghastly attempts at human masks. It looked as if they tried pretending to be people, but they weren't, and never would be.
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