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    Nick woke up in an all white room, fluorescent lights burned down on him, causing his green gems to squint. The bed he laid on was all white as well, and his stained suit was replaced with white scrubs and white socks. Easily slipped on white shoes laid by the bed. He smelled rather clean and fresh, like he had just been scrubbed down for hours. It was a good feeling, but then he felt sick to his stomach. The were now military contained. They could do anything to him and his fellow survivors, without any consequences. He knew then men were looking at him through the two-way mirror.

     "Fuck..." He whispered to himself, before laying back down.

     Rochelle awoke in a similar situation as Nick, but she knew something bad had happened. Those scum...they had taken advantage of her. "YOU ASSHOLES!" She stood up and began banging on a mirror, which was two-way. They looked in on her. A man in a suit signaled to one of the soldiers who then hit a button near the window. Gas was spread throughout the room, and she fell asleep.

    "Hrm...she's rather feisty, isn't she?" The man in the suit chuckled, his hazel eyes having a rather dark expression. "Let's move to the next one, shall we?"

     Next was Coach, who sat quietly at the end of his bed, praying. He was just so lost of hope, he didn't want to live anymore. He asked God to bring him up there, because he truly didn't have any will to live. He put on his white sneakers, and began walking around the room, observing the bookcase.

    "Poor man..." The hazel-eyed man giggled, before moving on.

    Ellis's situation was not the same as the others. His body was chained up and he was in a dimly lit room, his neck barring a collar that would shock him is he moved to much. His clothes were not fresh and clean like the others nor was he bathed or freshened up. He wore dirty grey shorts which were the only thing provided to him, and his signature hat was no where in sight. He was quivering. An innocent glint is his pale blue eyes showed his fear. His lips that were far to large for his face were partly opened as he breathed shakily. He was provided no bathroom nor food nor water. He would've been much more comfortable out fighting zombie with the others.

    "Why'd ya'll do this ta meh....?" He cried softly. It was difficult for him to move, and he could only sit a certain way without being electrocuted. At least fighting zombies, he was free.

     "So this is the one..huh? We should start the tests very soon..." The man smiled, before turning away.

Description
    Nick woke up in an all white room, fluorescent lights burned down on him, causing his green gems to squint. The bed he laid on was all white as well, and his stained suit was replaced with white scrubs and white socks. Easily slipped on white shoes laid by the bed. He smelled rather clean and fresh, like he had just been scrubbed down for hours. It was a good feeling, but then he felt sick to his stomach. The were now military contained. They could do anything to him and his fellow survivors, without any consequences. He knew then men were looking at him through the two-way mirror.

     "Fuck..." He whispered to himself, before laying back down.

     Rochelle awoke in a similar situation as Nick, but she knew something bad had happened. Those scum...they had taken advantage of her. "YOU ASSHOLES!" She stood up and began banging on a mirror, which was two-way. They looked in on her. A man in a suit signaled to one of the soldiers who then hit a button near the window. Gas was spread throughout the room, and she fell asleep.

    "Hrm...she's rather feisty, isn't she?" The man in the suit chuckled, his hazel eyes having a rather dark expression. "Let's move to the next one, shall we?"

     Next was Coach, who sat quietly at the end of his bed, praying. He was just so lost of hope, he didn't want to live anymore. He asked God to bring him up there, because he truly didn't have any will to live. He put on his white sneakers, and began walking around the room, observing the bookcase.

    "Poor man..." The hazel-eyed man giggled, before moving on.

    Ellis's situation was not the same as the others. His body was chained up and he was in a dimly lit room, his neck barring a collar that would shock him is he moved to much. His clothes were not fresh and clean like the others nor was he bathed or freshened up. He wore dirty grey shorts which were the only thing provided to him, and his signature hat was no where in sight. He was quivering. An innocent glint is his pale blue eyes showed his fear. His lips that were far to large for his face were partly opened as he breathed shakily. He was provided no bathroom nor food nor water. He would've been much more comfortable out fighting zombie with the others.

    "Why'd ya'll do this ta meh....?" He cried softly. It was difficult for him to move, and he could only sit a certain way without being electrocuted. At least fighting zombies, he was free.

     "So this is the one..huh? We should start the tests very soon..." The man smiled, before turning away.