Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170329223926/@comment-26854056-20170425194823

Leon squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to pry his eyes open at the scientists screams of agony that echoed throughout the halls. Shaken was an understatement. He understood that every single person that they killed had their own life, a past, a family and a future that was mercilessly ripped away from them. What would happen when their bodies were discovered? Maybe the corpse over there with a piece of makeshift shrapnel lodged in his appendix had a wife. Children maybe. Maybe he was just as important as Harvard was to him to another person.

A small beat of sympathy wavering in his chest, flinching as another sobbing cry pierced through the room. After a while, the anguished screams stopped. He hesitantly squinted his eyes open, expecting to see the sterile white walls splattered with blood and the odd intestine. Instead, he found himself standing in an all too familiar elevator, the B that was painted on the alloy doors crude and rusting. There was only one destination that they could be going to.

Home.