*Chapter 2: Medical Search and Nightmares from Hell *
{In The Zoo's Infirmiry} "Rico, Private please try to be careful with that ice. We need to be silent like a ghostly wind or a windy ghost. Kowaski, statis report on operation medical Search." Skipper was in full military mode barking orders at everyone. "Searching Skipper, although in retrospect this would be easier if Phil and Mason were with us", Kowalski pointed out the fact that they couldn't read and Skipper smacked the his forehead.
"(&%#), we do not have time for this." Skipper mumbled, "I'll get the chimps the rest of you keep searching." He slid of on his belly to the zooviner shop.
{In The Zooviner Shop}
"So...does any...one know what...to do...now?" Mason an the others were still pretty shook up over this matter. They were used to the zoo's vet to take care of the sick and injured. Not themselves! The others gave the sae answers in their own ways.
Suddenly Marlene whimpered.
The others gathered around(as best they could)hoping that she might wake up. She already screamed in her coma-like state twice; moaned and whimpered seven times since the penguins left for the zooviner shop. Each time they were slowly being unraveled. The lot were becoming bgs of nerves. The sirens and car crashes of New York's "natural" aimbiance.
Marlene's eyes fluttered open.
{Zooviner Shop: Marlene's Point Of View}
Hmnn...? Where...am I?
Colors are what I see at first black, brown, beige, gray, pink, yellowish. Colors... surround ..me? Noise. now garbled sounds chase as everything goes black.
A flash of then... oh crap! I-i-i c-can't be back. Please...no...anywhere but here. Out of habit I run. Faster nd faster I run. I have to before they-
Pain surges though my boy making it go mind yells at my body to run before pain comes. But it's useless my body just won't react. Mre pain flashes through. They're whpping with a bullwhip, laughing like its some sick game. Blood. I can feel blood trickling down my back! more laughter.
"We told you that running was useless, didn't we Experiment Ninteen?" A voice drones through into my head. Its Dimix, one of the guards of this god-forsaken place.
[Zap]
Crap now they've electricuted me. It burns! It burns! make it stop! Make it stop! Please someone make it stop! They stop after five minutes. The smell of singed flesh and hair float all around me. The laughter drones on and I black out, again.