Life. That's where everything begins. From when you are a small little atom, you soon grow into something more. When they gave us life, it didn't feel like living. Constantly behind closed doors. Constantly thinking tomorrow will never come. Always alone. Then there was that one day. That one day when the gunfire started and the doors came open.

"April, its time to go!" A man stood in the door way. He was covered in dust and wore a plain dirty white medical shirt with some matching pants. His clothes matched hers except she wore a gown. He was like her, a prisoner to this place. She didn't recognize him. The doctors never let you see the other prisoners, but she recognized his voice from hearing it in the darkness, they spoke to one another through the walls.

"Jack," the name slipped from her lips as her legs carried her to the door quickly. "Whats happening?"
"Were getting out of here, that's whats happening! Gregory built up enough energy to blast a hole in this place! The guards are distracted with him, so lets go!"

Before she had a chance to take in all the information, Jack grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the cell and heading down the long corridor. This was it? They were finally getting out of here? The dreams they made about leaving this place was finally going to come true!
She kept up with him as best she could. When they got closer and closer to the end of the corridor, the sounds of gunfire got louder. They were headed straight for the danger zone which Gregory had created. It was their only way out.

Up ahead, the two doors that used to open and close by the doctors voice were on their side with just a few wires still intact. Now the gun fire was dwindling down, maybe five shooters now. How many of them were there? Are the guards still only fighting one person? Still fighting Gregory?

Jack must have seen something because he stopped pretty abruptly. She had to put a hand on his back to stop from smacking into him. Leaning over to see why Jack stopped, her heart nearly stopped at the sight ahead of them.
Fifteen yards from them in front of the two doors stood a woman and two men. All three wore lab coats, but the woman in the center, the sight of her made your heart stop. The blond hair made tightly into a bun, the piercing green eyes that looked into your very soul. She was doctor Irene Collingham.

It felt like time stopped when they stopped. Her eyes were wide. The sight of this woman made her want to go back to her cell to hide away from her. She wanted to get as far away from this woman as she could. Her hands tensed and she must have tried pulling away so she could run because Jacks hand tightened around her hand to keep her in place.

The woman was moving closer to them, slowly. The sound of heels hitting concrete echoed through the corridor to how far, she didn't know. The sound of gunfire was gone and the only thing she heard were the taps getting closer and closer.

"Just where do you suppose, you two are going?" The words came out of her mouth like a professional poison only she could create.
April's mouth opened but nothing came out. This woman terrifies her enough to turn her into stone.

"We're leaving this hell hole," Jack spat out. How he managed to build up enough courage to say that to the doctor that tormented them their whole lives, she didn't know, but the smile on the doctors face as she got closer only meant that his comment would make him pay dearly.

"I see. I am sorry, but none of you are allowed to leave here," The woman lifted a gun towards Jack. Where did the gun come from? Had she always been holding it? Just the mere sight of her made her overlook the gun?

A smirk came from Jack "We are too valuable to you, you won't kill us." His voice didn't waiver as he spoke. April wished she had his courage.
She thought the smile on Doctor Collinghams face would disappear but it didn't.

"All that's valuable is your blood, darling. I can take that whether you are alive or dead," A gunshot echoed loudly in her ears and she felt Jack falling backwards. She had to let go of his hand at risk of falling along with him. He landed on his back on the concrete. Jack wasn't dead, but the sounds of the screams coming from him could very well wake the dead. His hands were ripping and clawing at his chest as pain was erupting through his entire torso.

Doctor Collingham clicked her tongue. "So these bullets truly do hurt. Do write that down," She said to the other lab coats as she slowly examines her gun.

April backed away to the point where her back was now to the wall looking down at the man she called her friend as he cried in agony. The doctor didn't kill him, but with the sound of his pain, it would have been better if she would have.

The click came to her ears and her eyes whipped instantly back to the doctor who now had the gun aimed at her. "Now AI-4, or April rather, shall I use this gun on you or will you be a doll and go back to your room quietly?"

April was frozen. Her lips opened to let out a word, then closed, then opened once more. Nothing came out. Her legs were stuck to the floor.
Cocking her head softly to the side, her eyes narrowed. "Bad decision, April."

April closed her eyes tightly and turned her head away waiting the gunshot. Was this it? They haven't made it out yet. Was she really going to die here?