Third Person & Aria
Third Person
Sarah tapped her manicured fingers against her arm, her impatience growing the longer she waited.
The lab was dim this time of night, the faint light lamp on the nearby table barely illuminating the space. The air smelled like antiseptic, the lab having been freshly cleaned and abandoned for the night.
She glanced down at the stray dog Arthur had found in the junkyard and brought here, a pitiful thing with its ribs clearly visible beneath filthy, matted fur. It huffed and paced behind the glass door to the sanitization chamber, its eyes glazed over and its mouth hanging open.
Sarah wrinkled her nose at the disgusting thing and adjusted the mask covering her face. She’d always hated dogs, especially mangy ones like this. At least her disgui
