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All around, there was only silence; the halls having been left relatively empty as a result of the shift change. The day workers now being free to leave the complex and return to their homes, so long as all of their daily tasks had been completed. Most had fled the site as soon as the opportunity had risen. She, however, had not been so lucky. A portion of the days workload having proven to require an extended amount of time to complete. This resulted in her being held captive by the task for an extra hour or so. Having finally reached the conclusion of her work, she too rose to the occasion and seized her chance to vacate the premises. Such resulting in her calmly walking the seemingly abandoned hallways as she made her way towards the exit. Only at times like this, did the hallways seem to lack any sort of life. The only sound to be heard, being brought to life with every step she took.

There was something oddly unnerving about the quiet. The lack of noise being something that seemed to awaken some dormant sense of paranoia within her. A sense which only went on to remind her of the fact that monsters resided within the halls in which she roamed. Each door she passed acting as the sole barrier between she, and any of the various beasts which inhabited this facility. There were so many doors to see. Every thirty feet, she would pass a set of them. One on either side of her. Behind each, there was something dangerous to be found. Something abnormal, and without means of proper explanation. The paranoia would become the most intense whenever she found herself standing between a set of doors. However, this fear was not brought on by a sense of danger. Rather, the anxiety was a result of the unknown. The fact being that she had never set foot behind virtually every door she came across.

Four sections. Three stories. More than six hundred inmates to be found. Six hundred rooms for inmates alone; and she had only ever stepped into three of them. The reality being that she had seen so little of this place, despite the amount of time that had been spent here. Only three rooms, out of six hundred. If her mental math was correct, then she had experienced only half of a percentage, of what lay hidden behind those doors. Less than one percent, and nothing more. The basis of her employment being that she was assigned to three rooms, and only allowed to enter those three. The nature of any creature beyond her stations being completely unknown to her, even if she managed to question any of her coworkers about the behavior of their Subjects. This was a place of secrecy. The truth of how this establishment worked, being kept under tight wraps. Only those responsible for its creation being aware of how it was that this place came to be.

Such were the things that she, despite all common sense, wished to know. The origin of this place. The background of these creatures being unknown to her. Yet there was one universal truth. That being that each of them as dangerous to mankind as rabies to the common dog. As such, she was assured of one thing. This was a place meant to quarantine, and study them. A place established for the sake of keeping them away from the common man. The dangers of their very nature being well known to her. These were the thoughts - the emotions - which would torment her come each silent journey through the halls. Fear. Paranoia. Longing. To be so aware of the dangers which loomed about her frame, but desire to learn the unspoken truth which lay behind them. The existence of these conflicting emotions were what often what drove her to complete her daily tasks before the end of her shift.

The paranoia only began to lesson as she approached one very particular door, located at the far corner of the section. This being one of the few doors to be found, which did not lead into a room of potential demise. Or rather, it did not lead to her potential demise. Stepping nearer to the door, she began the tedious process of coaxing it into unlocking for her. The process began with the input of her social security number. Or to be more specific, it was her social security number put in backwards. Supposedly putting it in backwards was the means of preventing identity theft, despite the fact that everyone was required to put in their own unique code. The code only being unique because it happened to be their social security number in reverse. Following this, was a retinal scan. This being a very annoying means of verifying her identity, which required her to stand directly in front of the access panel and stare into a bright blue light for ten seconds.

The blue light triggered the activation of retinal cells, causing neurons to spring to life. The abrupt activation made the blood vessels within her eye stand out as dark lines, which the scanner used to map out out her identity. Come the confirmation that she was whom she had claimed to be, the door automatically opened. The sliding metallic object moving into the wall so as to allow her to pass through. Which she did, and quickly. Her speed coming from the desire to prevent any part of her body from being caught by a metallic jaw as the door immediately slid back into place behind her. One close encounter having proven to be more than enough to assure her that - despite having been told otherwise - the door would bite her given the chance. Bite being the rather playful means of describing the manner in which the door slid closed and locked itself into place.

A rough comparison of the potential gore being seen in elevators. Many pet owners having experienced the grief which came with not paying close enough attention to the placement of their canine companion. Resulting in the metallic doors clamping down upon the leash, causing the poor animal to be strangled once car began to move. Bone and flesh alike often suffering severe and painful damage in the midst of this agonizing means of demise. That was the real comparison. Bones being snapped under intense pressure and flesh being ripped apart between the jaws of a metallic door. The violent design being true to its purpose of keeping any beasts from attempting to force their way past the open door. The automatic locking mechanism would, without a doubt, bring about the loss of limbs if one was not fast enough while passing through. So, what was one to do to reduce the chance of being maimed?

Get through the open door as quickly as possible. Every successful transition through the doorway was, in itself, a small victory to her. To avoid being maimed by something which had been designed to do so, was an incredible feat. Or at least it was in her mind. After making her way through the door, the woman proceeded to make her way through the otherwise horrific scene that lay before her. The building that she had entered was something straight out of a horror film, in its own right. The large space resembling something straight out of a science fiction movie. The path which she walked took her between two distinct aspects of horror. To her left, were the monsters. The captured creatures which had been locked inside glass rooms, where they would be intently monitored as they were experimented upon. Many of them had been put in restraints.

They were bound to metal tables, for the safety of the doctors who experimented on them. There was no real means of properly describing the gore. Glass walls having been stained from the inside, with the blood of their prisoners. Many of them being covered in self-inflicted wounds, in the midst of their attempts to escape their confinement. Some having been muzzled for the sake of preventing them from attempting to chew through their own flesh when it became apparent that their bindings would not break. Others having fallen still and silent, in hopes of boring their captors enough to return them to their cells. The remnants of their initial struggles only being seen in the form of thick scabs and crusted blood. Most damage being found in the immediate area beneath the straps which had been used to tie them into place. To her left, were the monsters and the gore. To her right, however, was a far different type of horror.

In her mind, it was the stereotypical depiction of mad science. Beakers filled with strange fluids. An array of surgical tools laid out; some of them soiled and in need of sterilization. Then, of course, there were the Doctors. Or the Mad Scientists, as she liked to call them. Men and women dressed in all white from head to toe, their coats and masks being marked with an array of stains. A majority of these stains being the end result of prolonged exposure to blood. Many of these people idly roamed the building, sporting clipboards and paperwork which they would fill out odd and on as they noticed changes in their subjects behavior. She would count it as a blessing that she had arrived during a slow period. This being a time where the Doctors were more interested in reviewing information and discussing their plans for future experiments, than in torturing their restrained victims.

Needless to say, she had made her way through the room in a rather rushed manner. Making her way towards the exit at a brisk pace for the sake of escaping the building before the calm of the slow period could wear off. Better to see the aftermath of the torture than to be force to traverse a path that resided on the border of agony itself. Thankfully, exiting the building did not require the same level of security as entering it. The basis being that she was required to put in her authorization code, and then the door would slide open for her. Her assumption behind the lack of security being that because she had already confirmed her entry, there was no need to re-confirm that she was actually the one using her code on the way out. Upon once again escaping the jaws of death, a sense of relief flooded her system. Having exited the infirmary, she now found herself standing outside in the open air.

Even still, the journey to the world beyond her work was not yet completed. Outside under the fading light of the sun, she was still surrounded by concrete walls. The entire facility being a massive structure composed of multiple buildings, some connected, and others place in the distance. The entirety of this place being built upon more than forty acres of land. Such resulting in the requirement to cover a large distance, for the sake of making her escape. The only exit she was authorized to use, was a five minute drive. Thankfully, there were workers present who were paid simply to provide transportation to Guards. One such worker was only a few feet away from the door, waiting for her. Not for her specifically, but for a Guard. Looking to her, the elder man offered a slight nod of his head in her direction, adjusting his hat as he did so. This act confirmed that he was more than ready to do his job.

Even as she approached him, she watched as he walked over to his vehicle and opened the door so that she could get inside. Now, there was nothing particularly special about their mode of transportation. The vehicle, in essence, was little more than a high speed golf cart. High speed meaning that it was faster than the typical golf cart, being able to travel at around forty miles per hour. This meaning that it could drive at roughly one and a half times the speed of the typical cart. Climbing inside and settling into the seat, she remained silent as the man came to sit beside her. He waited, impatiently, for her to input her authorization code and confirm that he was indeed providing transportation to an on site guard. Within a few moments of this, the vehicle turned itself on, and she was on her way to her final destination. The last of the doors that she would need to cross through was only a few minutes away.

Thankfully, this final door was not nearly as dangerous as the others that she had encountered throughout her day. This door being one that had to be manually opened after it was unlocked. So there was no need to fear the metal jaws. At least not when it came to her means of leaving the facility grounds. The ride was short, but felt incredibly long thanks to the tension in the air. Facility drivers, such as the man she was with, were paid based upon how many times they transported other workers. While there were no real specifications to limit exactly which type of worker these drivers could transport, the reality was that the Guards needed more transportation than most other employees. She, like any other Guard, did a lot of traveling throughout the day. Relying on the on site drivers to get her to her section when she arrived in the morning, and then she was dependant on their help off and on randomly.

The drivers were her means of getting to and from the cafeteria. At times, she was forced to traverse to the managers section. That being the building where her employers - her bosses - spent all of their time. The truth being that this particular type of worker had little to do, and therefor earned very little money in comparison. Her job was very dangerous; not that that fact needed to be re-established. Dangerous enough for the Government to have decided that they were willing to cover all of her living expenses, so long as she was willing to work as a Guard. She did the more dangerous job, and despite knowing next to nothing about the creatures which this place contained, she knew enough to cause an uproar if she were to share the details with the media. So, the reality was that her hefty pay was less about rewarding her for being willing to risk her life for their well being, and more about making sure that she kept her mouth shut.

Although the bribery was just the icing on the cake. The icing which was used to sweeten the bitter fact that, she was essentially a puppet. She worked a job were death was not just a possibility, but a virtual guarantee. Each time she stepped past the metallic jaws, she was perfectly aware that she may never return. The amount of money she was given was a shameful attempt at coaxing she, and the others in her line of work, into feeling as though the danger was all worthwhile. Yet it was the fine print which reminded her that she had essentially sold her soul to the devil, when she accepted the job. Every contract being designed to trick you into feeling as though you have made the best possible choice by agreeing to the written terms. Only when the truth of the wording came through, were people able to realize that they had made a very poor decision when putting their name on that piece of paper.

Her contract, for instance, stated that she would be given money for the sake of paying for anything she needed. She was not given an annual pay, but could request money for the sake of purchasing virtually anything she wanted. The fine print, however, stated that she was not allowed to leave the state under any circumstances. So, not only could she never make an attempt at going on a cruise, or on vacation, but if a relative were to get sick she could not go and visit them. Her mother, who did unfortunately reside in a different state, could wind up lying on their death bed tomorrow and she would not be allowed to go and say her goodbyes. This was the genuine horror of her life. She, due to her own foolishness, and signed away some of her more basic human rights. What was more, was that she had not done so because of the money. She had taken the job, simply because it had been offered to her.

At the time that she had been hired, her mind had not been in the best of places. The darkness of her mind having convinced her that it would be better to die at the hands of some monster, than at her own. Many young adults had experienced those moments of suicidal desires; but most had not made the foolish decision to sign away their ability to walk away from an environment that might potentially bring those thoughts into reality. In the end, it was a choice that she had made. Did she beat herself up over it at times? Yes. Did she regret having made that decision? Surprisingly enough, no. As horrific as this place was, it provided her with an outlook on life that she would never had been able to find elsewhere in the world. She was around others who, for a variety of reasons, suffered from her same twisted sense of ‘better I die here then elsewhere’. Here, she felt as though her death would hold a greater purpose.

That, in her disturbing mind, made the danger and overall lack of humanity, something well worth her time. A surprising amount of thought could be done in only a handful of minutes. The overall silence of her ride to the exit having allowed her to dig into the darker aspects of her mind, to really let her choices over the past few years sink in. The fear now long gone, she stepped out of the cart as soon as it came to a stop. Offering only a slight nod of the head to the driver as she made herself scarce. From there, it only took the input of her verification code, for her to be set free of her confinement. The door unlocking as soon as she had entered her password, allowing her to pull open the heavy object. True to her instinct, she slipped through the open door as if she had expected it to swing shut behind her. Yet she had kept her fingers wrapped firmly around the handle, as she let herself out.

Listening to the locking mechanism kick back into gear as soon as she allowed the door to close, she took a moment to simply stand and examine the enormous wall which stood before her. This facility was, in essence, what Area 51 might look like if it were meant to be hidden in plain sight. A massive location which contained hundreds of horrific creatures, many of whom specifically looked onto mankind as a source of prey. However, to any passers-by, this was just another prison complex. Really, she could not believe just how easily this place was kept hidden. The public was so blissfully unaware of the true nature of this place. Believing it to be a location which simply housed death-row inmates. To a point, they were correct. The creatures housed inside would definitely never be released; this site acting as the prison which they would inevitably die within.

Stepping away from the wall, she could only offer a tired sigh as she turned to make her way to the nearby parking lot. From here, it was a one hour drive to her place of residence. Even despite her exhaustion, she would not be finding sleep anytime soon. Her partner most likely having returned some time ago, where they now sat waiting for her to come home and get dinner started. Easily finding her vehicle - a black pickup truck, as it were - she climbed inside and buckled up. The real horror of working at this place, was that she was never really freed of its confinement. She started the engine of her truck, allowing herself a moment to select the ideal radio station, before starting to drive. Within a few minutes, she was driving down a virtually empty road. Only a few other cars being present to keep her company as she made the long journey home.

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All around, there was only silence; the halls having been left relatively empty as a result of the shift change. The day workers now being free to leave the complex and return to their homes, so long as all of their daily tasks had been completed. Most had fled the site as soon as the opportunity had risen. She, however, had not been so lucky. A portion of the days workload having proven to require an extended amount of time to complete. This resulted in her being held captive by the task for an extra hour or so. Having finally reached the conclusion of her work, she too rose to the occasion and seized her chance to vacate the premises. Such resulting in her calmly walking the seemingly abandoned hallways as she made her way towards the exit. Only at times like this, did the hallways seem to lack any sort of life. The only sound to be heard, being brought to life with every step she took.

There was something oddly unnerving about the quiet. The lack of noise being something that seemed to awaken some dormant sense of paranoia within her. A sense which only went on to remind her of the fact that monsters resided within the halls in which she roamed. Each door she passed acting as the sole barrier between she, and any of the various beasts which inhabited this facility. There were so many doors to see. Every thirty feet, she would pass a set of them. One on either side of her. Behind each, there was something dangerous to be found. Something abnormal, and without means of proper explanation. The paranoia would become the most intense whenever she found herself standing between a set of doors. However, this fear was not brought on by a sense of danger. Rather, the anxiety was a result of the unknown. The fact being that she had never set foot behind virtually every door she came across.

Four sections. Three stories. More than six hundred inmates to be found. Six hundred rooms for inmates alone; and she had only ever stepped into three of them. The reality being that she had seen so little of this place, despite the amount of time that had been spent here. Only three rooms, out of six hundred. If her mental math was correct, then she had experienced only half of a percentage, of what lay hidden behind those doors. Less than one percent, and nothing more. The basis of her employment being that she was assigned to three rooms, and only allowed to enter those three. The nature of any creature beyond her stations being completely unknown to her, even if she managed to question any of her coworkers about the behavior of their Subjects. This was a place of secrecy. The truth of how this establishment worked, being kept under tight wraps. Only those responsible for its creation being aware of how it was that this place came to be.

Such were the things that she, despite all common sense, wished to know. The origin of this place. The background of these creatures being unknown to her. Yet there was one universal truth. That being that each of them as dangerous to mankind as rabies to the common dog. As such, she was assured of one thing. This was a place meant to quarantine, and study them. A place established for the sake of keeping them away from the common man. The dangers of their very nature being well known to her. These were the thoughts - the emotions - which would torment her come each silent journey through the halls. Fear. Paranoia. Longing. To be so aware of the dangers which loomed about her frame, but desire to learn the unspoken truth which lay behind them. The existence of these conflicting emotions were what often what drove her to complete her daily tasks before the end of her shift.

The paranoia only began to lesson as she approached one very particular door, located at the far corner of the section. This being one of the few doors to be found, which did not lead into a room of potential demise. Or rather, it did not lead to her potential demise. Stepping nearer to the door, she began the tedious process of coaxing it into unlocking for her. The process began with the input of her social security number. Or to be more specific, it was her social security number put in backwards. Supposedly putting it in backwards was the means of preventing identity theft, despite the fact that everyone was required to put in their own unique code. The code only being unique because it happened to be their social security number in reverse. Following this, was a retinal scan. This being a very annoying means of verifying her identity, which required her to stand directly in front of the access panel and stare into a bright blue light for ten seconds.

The blue light triggered the activation of retinal cells, causing neurons to spring to life. The abrupt activation made the blood vessels within her eye stand out as dark lines, which the scanner used to map out out her identity. Come the confirmation that she was whom she had claimed to be, the door automatically opened. The sliding metallic object moving into the wall so as to allow her to pass through. Which she did, and quickly. Her speed coming from the desire to prevent any part of her body from being caught by a metallic jaw as the door immediately slid back into place behind her. One close encounter having proven to be more than enough to assure her that - despite having been told otherwise - the door would bite her given the chance. Bite being the rather playful means of describing the manner in which the door slid closed and locked itself into place.

A rough comparison of the potential gore being seen in elevators. Many pet owners having experienced the grief which came with not paying close enough attention to the placement of their canine companion. Resulting in the metallic doors clamping down upon the leash, causing the poor animal to be strangled once car began to move. Bone and flesh alike often suffering severe and painful damage in the midst of this agonizing means of demise. That was the real comparison. Bones being snapped under intense pressure and flesh being ripped apart between the jaws of a metallic door. The violent design being true to its purpose of keeping any beasts from attempting to force their way past the open door. The automatic locking mechanism would, without a doubt, bring about the loss of limbs if one was not fast enough while passing through. So, what was one to do to reduce the chance of being maimed?

Get through the open door as quickly as possible. Every successful transition through the doorway was, in itself, a small victory to her. To avoid being maimed by something which had been designed to do so, was an incredible feat. Or at least it was in her mind. After making her way through the door, the woman proceeded to make her way through the otherwise horrific scene that lay before her. The building that she had entered was something straight out of a horror film, in its own right. The large space resembling something straight out of a science fiction movie. The path which she walked took her between two distinct aspects of horror. To her left, were the monsters. The captured creatures which had been locked inside glass rooms, where they would be intently monitored as they were experimented upon. Many of them had been put in restraints.

They were bound to metal tables, for the safety of the doctors who experimented on them. There was no real means of properly describing the gore. Glass walls having been stained from the inside, with the blood of their prisoners. Many of them being covered in self-inflicted wounds, in the midst of their attempts to escape their confinement. Some having been muzzled for the sake of preventing them from attempting to chew through their own flesh when it became apparent that their bindings would not break. Others having fallen still and silent, in hopes of boring their captors enough to return them to their cells. The remnants of their initial struggles only being seen in the form of thick scabs and crusted blood. Most damage being found in the immediate area beneath the straps which had been used to tie them into place. To her left, were the monsters and the gore. To her right, however, was a far different type of horror.

In her mind, it was the stereotypical depiction of mad science. Beakers filled with strange fluids. An array of surgical tools laid out; some of them soiled and in need of sterilization. Then, of course, there were the Doctors. Or the Mad Scientists, as she liked to call them. Men and women dressed in all white from head to toe, their coats and masks being marked with an array of stains. A majority of these stains being the end result of prolonged exposure to blood. Many of these people idly roamed the building, sporting clipboards and paperwork which they would fill out odd and on as they noticed changes in their subjects behavior. She would count it as a blessing that she had arrived during a slow period. This being a time where the Doctors were more interested in reviewing information and discussing their plans for future experiments, than in torturing their restrained victims.

Needless to say, she had made her way through the room in a rather rushed manner. Making her way towards the exit at a brisk pace for the sake of escaping the building before the calm of the slow period could wear off. Better to see the aftermath of the torture than to be force to traverse a path that resided on the border of agony itself. Thankfully, exiting the building did not require the same level of security as entering it. The basis being that she was required to put in her authorization code, and then the door would slide open for her. Her assumption behind the lack of security being that because she had already confirmed her entry, there was no need to re-confirm that she was actually the one using her code on the way out. Upon once again escaping the jaws of death, a sense of relief flooded her system. Having exited the infirmary, she now found herself standing outside in the open air.

Even still, the journey to the world beyond her work was not yet completed. Outside under the fading light of the sun, she was still surrounded by concrete walls. The entire facility being a massive structure composed of multiple buildings, some connected, and others place in the distance. The entirety of this place being built upon more than forty acres of land. Such resulting in the requirement to cover a large distance, for the sake of making her escape. The only exit she was authorized to use, was a five minute drive. Thankfully, there were workers present who were paid simply to provide transportation to Guards. One such worker was only a few feet away from the door, waiting for her. Not for her specifically, but for a Guard. Looking to her, the elder man offered a slight nod of his head in her direction, adjusting his hat as he did so. This act confirmed that he was more than ready to do his job.

Even as she approached him, she watched as he walked over to his vehicle and opened the door so that she could get inside. Now, there was nothing particularly special about their mode of transportation. The vehicle, in essence, was little more than a high speed golf cart. High speed meaning that it was faster than the typical golf cart, being able to travel at around forty miles per hour. This meaning that it could drive at roughly one and a half times the speed of the typical cart. Climbing inside and settling into the seat, she remained silent as the man came to sit beside her. He waited, impatiently, for her to input her authorization code and confirm that he was indeed providing transportation to an on site guard. Within a few moments of this, the vehicle turned itself on, and she was on her way to her final destination. The last of the doors that she would need to cross through was only a few minutes away.

Thankfully, this final door was not nearly as dangerous as the others that she had encountered throughout her day. This door being one that had to be manually opened after it was unlocked. So there was no need to fear the metal jaws. At least not when it came to her means of leaving the facility grounds. The ride was short, but felt incredibly long thanks to the tension in the air. Facility drivers, such as the man she was with, were paid based upon how many times they transported other workers. While there were no real specifications to limit exactly which type of worker these drivers could transport, the reality was that the Guards needed more transportation than most other employees. She, like any other Guard, did a lot of traveling throughout the day. Relying on the on site drivers to get her to her section when she arrived in the morning, and then she was dependant on their help off and on randomly.

The drivers were her means of getting to and from the cafeteria. At times, she was forced to traverse to the managers section. That being the building where her employers - her bosses - spent all of their time. The truth being that this particular type of worker had little to do, and therefor earned very little money in comparison. Her job was very dangerous; not that that fact needed to be re-established. Dangerous enough for the Government to have decided that they were willing to cover all of her living expenses, so long as she was willing to work as a Guard. She did the more dangerous job, and despite knowing next to nothing about the creatures which this place contained, she knew enough to cause an uproar if she were to share the details with the media. So, the reality was that her hefty pay was less about rewarding her for being willing to risk her life for their well being, and more about making sure that she kept her mouth shut.

Although the bribery was just the icing on the cake. The icing which was used to sweeten the bitter fact that, she was essentially a puppet. She worked a job were death was not just a possibility, but a virtual guarantee. Each time she stepped past the metallic jaws, she was perfectly aware that she may never return. The amount of money she was given was a shameful attempt at coaxing she, and the others in her line of work, into feeling as though the danger was all worthwhile. Yet it was the fine print which reminded her that she had essentially sold her soul to the devil, when she accepted the job. Every contract being designed to trick you into feeling as though you have made the best possible choice by agreeing to the written terms. Only when the truth of the wording came through, were people able to realize that they had made a very poor decision when putting their name on that piece of paper.

Her contract, for instance, stated that she would be given money for the sake of paying for anything she needed. She was not given an annual pay, but could request money for the sake of purchasing virtually anything she wanted. The fine print, however, stated that she was not allowed to leave the state under any circumstances. So, not only could she never make an attempt at going on a cruise, or on vacation, but if a relative were to get sick she could not go and visit them. Her mother, who did unfortunately reside in a different state, could wind up lying on their death bed tomorrow and she would not be allowed to go and say her goodbyes. This was the genuine horror of her life. She, due to her own foolishness, and signed away some of her more basic human rights. What was more, was that she had not done so because of the money. She had taken the job, simply because it had been offered to her.

At the time that she had been hired, her mind had not been in the best of places. The darkness of her mind having convinced her that it would be better to die at the hands of some monster, than at her own. Many young adults had experienced those moments of suicidal desires; but most had not made the foolish decision to sign away their ability to walk away from an environment that might potentially bring those thoughts into reality. In the end, it was a choice that she had made. Did she beat herself up over it at times? Yes. Did she regret having made that decision? Surprisingly enough, no. As horrific as this place was, it provided her with an outlook on life that she would never had been able to find elsewhere in the world. She was around others who, for a variety of reasons, suffered from her same twisted sense of ‘better I die here then elsewhere’. Here, she felt as though her death would hold a greater purpose.

That, in her disturbing mind, made the danger and overall lack of humanity, something well worth her time. A surprising amount of thought could be done in only a handful of minutes. The overall silence of her ride to the exit having allowed her to dig into the darker aspects of her mind, to really let her choices over the past few years sink in. The fear now long gone, she stepped out of the cart as soon as it came to a stop. Offering only a slight nod of the head to the driver as she made herself scarce. From there, it only took the input of her verification code, for her to be set free of her confinement. The door unlocking as soon as she had entered her password, allowing her to pull open the heavy object. True to her instinct, she slipped through the open door as if she had expected it to swing shut behind her. Yet she had kept her fingers wrapped firmly around the handle, as she let herself out.

Listening to the locking mechanism kick back into gear as soon as she allowed the door to close, she took a moment to simply stand and examine the enormous wall which stood before her. This facility was, in essence, what Area 51 might look like if it were meant to be hidden in plain sight. A massive location which contained hundreds of horrific creatures, many of whom specifically looked onto mankind as a source of prey. However, to any passers-by, this was just another prison complex. Really, she could not believe just how easily this place was kept hidden. The public was so blissfully unaware of the true nature of this place. Believing it to be a location which simply housed death-row inmates. To a point, they were correct. The creatures housed inside would definitely never be released; this site acting as the prison which they would inevitably die within.

Stepping away from the wall, she could only offer a tired sigh as she turned to make her way to the nearby parking lot. From here, it was a one hour drive to her place of residence. Even despite her exhaustion, she would not be finding sleep anytime soon. Her partner most likely having returned some time ago, where they now sat waiting for her to come home and get dinner started. Easily finding her vehicle - a black pickup truck, as it were - she climbed inside and buckled up. The real horror of working at this place, was that she was never really freed of its confinement. She started the engine of her truck, allowing herself a moment to select the ideal radio station, before starting to drive. Within a few minutes, she was driving down a virtually empty road. Only a few other cars being present to keep her company as she made the long journey home.