Private Marlon Matthews awoke to bright lights overhead blinding his sight and the feeling of something cool yet hard. He tried to move, but found that he was bound hands and feet. He would try to wiggle his body if he wasn't already sure that it was also bound.
Suddenly, the smell of chemicals assaulted his nose. Was that septic he smelled? Or perhaps it was any other common medical cleaner which was a smell he was all too familiar with. It then dawned on him where he was. A medical laboratory or experimental room. Which means he must be bound to an examination table, or, in his case, a specimen one.
He tried to turn his head and found that it was the only part of him not actually bound by anything. He turned his head to the left and was immediately disgusted by what he saw. An entire
