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spread his eyelid open, hard enough to have it feel like his skin was going to be torn off. Emich wanted to send a fist his way, but his muscles wouldn’t even let him tap his fingers. Shifting his head to the side once the agent was done looking at his eyes, Emich stared at the IV bag, the purple fluid steadily dripping down the tube and into his bloodstream. He knew whatever was in that bag had something to do with him in a state similar to being paralyzed. It was either that or it was the stuff they injected into him before.
    What the hell did they do to me , Emich thought, almost defeatedly.
    He survived so far, but that only meant more tests. More things to mark down as “reasons to kill everyone in this place”. He regretted the idea of entering the program the day he woke up in his cell for the first time — watching the guards and the scowling agent dragging them away, kicking and screaming. They allowed the inmates to talk to each other, say everything on their mind.
    They wanted that to happen, to have them ready to fight back when their cell was opened.
    Emich kept his eyes away at the observing agent, the conversation about his medical report nothing but white noise. All he could think about was ending up like the others he saw in the hallway; the ones in the body bags. Being motionless was the least horrible thing that could have happened to him. But, with the agent in the room, it didn’t make Emich’s heart stop pounding.
    Heavy boots calmly shuffled around the bed, the agent bending forward to face his test subject. “It appears you’ve complete phase one with as little complication as possible. Something tells me… we have some hope with you. Your inability to move is not one of them. We started doing that after sixty percent of our test subjects would grow feral and started costing this project more than it should in new hires.” He directed Emich’s eyes to the young scientist by looking over at him. “It’s why this one is more on the edge than usual. And we can’t risk that chance with you especially.”
    Muscle relaxant, in a dose enough to keep his body limp yet still functional. It seemed to be cheaper and more “humane” than chaining him to a wall by the arms and neck. Emich almost forgot that there were still rules in the facility, that they had their limits. He could only imagine the state he would be in if they didn’t regulate the project. Thinking further into it, he was starting to be thankful that it was government owned and not a private one.
    “Don’t get too comfortable, Mr. Aumeier,” the agent said with a coy smirk that mixed horribly with his permanent scowl. “Today, we are going to test the results.”
    More staff members walked in and unhooked the bed from its locked position. Pushing it out of the room, they moved Emich out into the hallway; one of the staff members taking the needle out of his arm as they moved. The hallways was the same as last time he passed by, the only difference being that he was being wheeled over instead of dragged. Gunshots escaped from a closed door, a guard coming out and wiping blood off of his visor. Looking into the room, Emich saw the deceased test subject’s skin gradually peel itself off of his body, curling outwards.
    His face was split in half and wrapping into a shrivelling roll behind his head by the time the door closed on its own, hiding the horrific scene.
    Emich took a deep breath, trying to keep his mind clear of any thinking. He just focused on the overhead lights flying by as they went further into the facility and out of the phase one area. Going down an elevator and into a darker area of the place, they stopped shortly after the doors opened at the arrival of their new floor. He couldn’t see where they were heading, but seeing soldiers sitting and relaxing by one of the walls wasn’t a good sign.
    They didn’t bring their guns with them for show and tell — their safeties off for a reason.
    A staff member who