It seemed like we'd be stuck in this room for years.
Everything was sterile and bland. White covered every possible inch of the room. Although Iggy marveled that he could see everything, he soon wished he couldn't out of sheer agitation.
Everything had seemed normal this morning. We were tucked away in a cozy house, generously funded by the CSM. The Flock had been living in the house without any attacks for at least a month now and was feeling relatively safe. Each of us got out of bed, grudgingly on my part, and made our way downstairs to where Iggy was making breakfast. I sat down next to Fang, his leg slowly brushing up against mine. We were eating our breakfast, like any other morning.
Of course that's when all hell erupted.
Erasers poured through our door, breaking it in the process. We sprung up into our fighting stance and began kicking and throwing punches at our attackers. Unfortunately, these new batch of Erasers were nothing like the old ones. They fought brutally and could sense when we planned to make a move on them.
Our Flock was totally outnumbered. We were captured 5 minutes into the brawl, even after we fought as hard as we could. Angel, Gazzy, and Iggy had faired okay, with only minor scrapes and bruises. But Nudge, Fang, and I hadn't been as lucky. Nudge sprained her wrist, Fang dislocated his jaw, and I broke several bones in my ribcage.
The Erasers threw us into a van. As much as we wanted to pound their faces in, with one single move, we'd be toast. We were forced onto a helicopter and arrived at the once place I never wanted to go back to: the School.
And that's where we were now, sitting in the oh-so familiar dog crates, hoping for the best but expecting the worst. They hadn't given us any food since we'd arrived so we were totally famished.
Suddenly, a White Coat strode into the room, accompanied by several Erasers. They hauled us out of our cages and pushed us to walk down the hallway.
"Where are we going?" Gazzy piped up.
The White Coat whirled around to face the Flock.
"You're heading to room 103. You've been slated for experiment 11287."
"What's that?" asked Nudge timidly.
Fear creeped into my stomach as the White Coat stared at us with a devilish glint in her eyes.
"You're going to be the first experiments to try Project Wipeout."
And with that, she stalked down the hallway, Erasers prodding our backs, making us go forwards.
What's project Wipeout, Angel questioned me telepathically.
I don't know sweetie, I thought. But I'm not sure if I want to
