Nausea swam in her belly as she pushed up into a seated position and groaned. She glanced absently around her, not recognizing a thing. The walls were industrial beige, nearly sterile in its plainness. The bed on which she lay was small and uncomfortable. The mattress was so thin that she could feel the box springs pressing into her back. It reminded her of the beds they used to sleep on when she was in the military. The only other things in the room were two metal chairs and she’d bet anything that they were bolted down to the floor. There were no windows, no clocks, and a tiny bathroom that made a porta-potty look spacious. Where the hell was she?
“Ah, ZV-83, I see you’re awake.” The pleasant voice had her sneering at the monster currently lounging in the open do
