Claire's POV
I shrug the white lab coat on, making sure the Nike sneakers are tied correctly. They're a size too small- but who was I to complain? At least I wasn't naked anymore.
"Thanks for the clothes." I say lazily, glancing over my shoulder. There she was- the remaining woman strapped to the metal slab, naked. Her arm was leaking blood all over the damn thing. Her eyes were heavy lidded as she lie there, limp, and bleeding out to death.
I bend down to the ground and pick up the detached, bloody, small hand. As I stand up and walk over to the door, I look at her just one more time.
"You know-" I start. "You really should've just made that deal with me." I say. She doesn't respond, still panting on the cold metal slab. I shrug.
The game had just begun. It was a race- lets see h
