"How many survivors?"
"Eight, sir," the doctor answered nervously as his steps turned into slow jogs trying to keep up with his boss.
"Out of the twelve. A major improvement." His boots thundered against the floor, they were loud to their ears as the long hallway was narrow and held no escape routes. White, white and more white as far as the eye can see. His facility was sterile and had the best equipment for the project he started years ago.
"Y-Yes, sir." The imposing man glanced over his shoulder to see the doctor nervously adjusting his glasses.
"What is it?" he snapped.
"T-The girl sir. She has grown much more aggressive than the others. Are you sure you need her now? I think she needs more training, how to blend in."
"I'm not paying you to think. Things need to get moving now.
