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    Hours passed until the duo was disrupted in their activities. Ellis was scribbling on a sheet of paper, while Nick thumbed through a book that was more boring then watching paint dry. The mirrored door slid open automatically, as a hazel-eyed man in a clean, black suit stepped in. He had long, grayish hair and a light beard.

   "My name is Charles," He smiled at Ellis, who looked dumbfounded. Nick shot Charles a look of disgust.
"I'm glad I've been able to have this chance to speak to actual survivors..." He chuckled lightly. "Come now, follow me..." He motioned to Ellis and Nick to stand up. They obliged.

   Ellis gripped onto Nick's arm, trailing behind them, looking around uneasily.

    "Now then, Ellis and Nick...I'd like you both to be as comfortable as possible at your stay here. And please understand...all procedures are...necessary."

    "Procedures?" Nick questioned coldly.

     "Why...Ellis...you've experienced one of these...procedures. Have you not?"

     The younger man gripped tighter, avoiding Nick's gaze. He was ashamed and embarrassed, although the memory was hazy.

      "Now, enough of that talk...I'm sure you'd like to see your other friends, correct? Just go into that room there." The man pointed to a large, steel door. He pressed a button next to it, input a code, and it opened. Inside was were Coach and Rochelle were kept.

Description
    Hours passed until the duo was disrupted in their activities. Ellis was scribbling on a sheet of paper, while Nick thumbed through a book that was more boring then watching paint dry. The mirrored door slid open automatically, as a hazel-eyed man in a clean, black suit stepped in. He had long, grayish hair and a light beard.

   "My name is Charles," He smiled at Ellis, who looked dumbfounded. Nick shot Charles a look of disgust.
"I'm glad I've been able to have this chance to speak to actual survivors..." He chuckled lightly. "Come now, follow me..." He motioned to Ellis and Nick to stand up. They obliged.

   Ellis gripped onto Nick's arm, trailing behind them, looking around uneasily.

    "Now then, Ellis and Nick...I'd like you both to be as comfortable as possible at your stay here. And please understand...all procedures are...necessary."

    "Procedures?" Nick questioned coldly.

     "Why...Ellis...you've experienced one of these...procedures. Have you not?"

     The younger man gripped tighter, avoiding Nick's gaze. He was ashamed and embarrassed, although the memory was hazy.

      "Now, enough of that talk...I'm sure you'd like to see your other friends, correct? Just go into that room there." The man pointed to a large, steel door. He pressed a button next to it, input a code, and it opened. Inside was were Coach and Rochelle were kept.