"Get it open!" The shout was muffled through the defrosting glass.
Cold. Cold had been the only feeling for a long time. I didn't know it then, but I had been in suspended animation for 94 years. I was a participant in Mount Weathers Experiment X. A group of immune teenagers who were selected to be given super soldier abilities through mutation. My purpose was reconnaissance, unlike the gladiators who were created to fight the infected. The last time I saw the others was during the containment breach that lead to the bombs. I remember being put inside the chamber like it was yesterday mainly because for me it was.
Outside the door, scientists in their white lab coats were scrambling towards the doors their research papers falling from their shaking hands. A few of the participants were being pushed along towards the back stairwell which lead to the disaster center. A female scientist with greying hair pulled back into a messy bun moved in front of the window and stared me straight in the eyes. I stiffened refusing to give into the panic that was radiating from her small frame. She looked away from me and toward the keypad the controlled the door. Moments later the door slide open allowing the sounds of blaring alarms to now be heard. The scientist was soon accompanied by two guards who would guide me to my preservation chamber. The guards pushed me along towards the back stairwell The other participants disappeared into moments before, shoving frantic doctors aside in the process. The emergency lights illuminated the dark, dreary and, long stairwell. I walked alone now, the chambers required specific security clearance. After a few minutes we reached the bottom of the stairs that ended in front of a large steel door. I went up to a small retina scanner on the right side of the door and looked into it. The machine beeped and the steel door slide open disappearing into the cement walls of Mount weather. The room was long and narrow and was named Preservation Hall. On each side of the hallway were long, narrow tubes with glass cases on top. Inside a few were other participants including gladiators and one other shifter. I slowed down as we approached a screen displaying my number, 003. I placed my hand onto the screen which beeped and flashed green. The door of my chamber opened slowly, freezing air already escaping it. Once the chamber was open a machine moved it so it was no longer resting on the floor but parallel with me and the wall. I turned and backed into the machine, the last thing I remember watching as an Infected appearing inside the hall while a cold gas blew into the container. The creature who was once human leapt from the wall and onto my container scratching it viciously. The Reaper, the nickname participants gave the Infected, let out a blood curdling scream before their attention was captured my something or someone by the door so, it leapt away to investigate. No longer worried about the Reaper, I closed my eyes drifting into the nothingness that would hold me for who knows how long.