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Chapter 2: No exist, no just died...
> They screamed. They begged. And when their voices faded, all we heard... was chewing.
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Days passed.
Or maybe weeks.
The screams kept coming — somewhere beyond the walls.
Fear lingered like the smell of mold.
The ones dragged out never came back.
The food was... awful.
Dry, tasteless crackers — like chewing sand.
Like they'd been sitting there for decades.
— "Haha, now you get it, don't you?"
That guy always picked a fight with me.
Every single day.
But today was his last.
Someone knocked him out cold.
Dragged him down the far end of the corridor…
Where the lights burned a harsh white.
We heard him scream.
Not from pain.
From fear.
Then — silence.
Something ran past us.
Not human.
Its arms were twisted.
Its back bulged with things that shouldn't exist.
The face…
It was him. The guy who was taken before.
A monster now. Melting, trembling.
Then—
CRACK!
A boot slammed him into the ground.
— "Hah! Die, you piece of shit."
Blood sprayed everywhere.
But the thing wasn't dead.
It whimpered — a wet, broken noise.
More kicks.
Crushing bones.
Not a fight.
A message.
— "You rats better remember this: You're nothing but test subjects."
The man laughed like a broken tape recorder.
On his chest: No. 3
He didn't look amused.
Not anymore.
They dragged the twitching body away.
Again.
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