I opened another door and found my friends tied to chairs — friends whom I thought had died in that wave. They had cables coming out of their heads and were sedated with some sort of IV.
I tried to get them out but stopped myself — I didn’t know if I might hurt them even more.
I didn’t understand. I thought my friends had died in the wave, but here they were, barely alive. I had no idea what had been done to them.
They were bleeding, but oddly, it wasn’t human blood — it was almost silver.
Oh no — someone’s coming. I could hear footsteps. I needed to get out of there.
I left the room when suddenly I heard from behind me:
“Hey! What are you doing here? This is a private facility — you're not supposed to be here!”
I ran. I ran faster than ever before. I was going through hallway after hallway. I had no idea where I was now — this place was so big. Where was I supposed to go?
I was running while panicking at the same time. How was I supposed to escape this place? And I still hadn’t found out where the machine I was looking for was.
I just had to keep running. Maybe if I ran long enough, he’d stop chasing me. What should I do? Where should I hide? What were they going to do to me if they caught me?
So many questions going through my head, but only one goal remained: I needed to help my friends.