A gut-wrenching scream is suddenly heard, as a brunette haired woman awakens from a pain-induced slumber. She winces after suddenly forcing herself to sit up. Looking down, she notices a rusty, iron rod impaled through her thigh. She screeches loudly, looking up to notice a cloud of dust floating down on top of her. "What the f.." she whispers to herself. "I gotta get myself out of this place." She looks on the walls, and notices prominent markings on the concrete. The markings read "God help you" and are scratched all across the the walls in the desolate room. The woman tries to slide her leg from the rod, gritting her teeth as she lets out a wail of pure pain. She hears the groans, and tries tirelessly to suppress her fear and consequent pain. It's either this or death. She plucks up enough courage to pull her leg from the rod, but is half-immobilised. She gains her stance, gripping onto the concrete wall enough to give her a holding to stay upwards. Clambering out the room, she hears the hot, steamy pipes of the building leaking out like a poisonous gas. "C'mon Rachel.. Stop being a pussy. Just get down there and.. do what you need to do." She looks back to the rod, observing it closely. "This baby's gonna get infected within hours.." She walks forward, kneeling down next to the pipe, untying her bandana from her head. She sits directly next to the punctured steel pipe, which leaks out the boiling hot steamy fluid. She composes herself, and wit some hesitation, forces her wound onto the steam. She lets out a horrifying screech, in attempts to cauterize the wound. She promptly removes her leg, and ties the bandana around her knee, tying the knot tightly. She looks to her hands, which are drenched in blood. And is overwhelmed by the situation, she feels her eyes go woozy and suddenly falls into a trance, collapsing backwards abruptly.
"Found her in the warehouse, below deck. Think she must've had a deathwish to be down there at that time of night." A similarly feminine voice sounds. "Damn, are we doing the right thing to bring in someone as stupid as that? I mean.. we gotta look out for ourselves too Ade." A husky voice adds. "Look, I know. But at this point we need all the help we can get. There's only two of us .. we're in no position to pass up more people." A bright, clinical light shines down onto Rachel's face. She blinks her eyes open widely. The other girl looks across to her, excitedly. "Oh, look! She's awake!" she shouts with glee. "My name is Adrianna. I found you in the warehouse and brought you back here⦠your leg is pretty bad." She continues. Rachel replies, all of this being too much to take in. "Oh, thanks. My name's Rachel. I uh, woke up in the warehouse. I'm not sure how I ended up there." The man who is standing in the corner of the medical facility room narrows his eyes. "So you could be infected?" He says, emotionless. "Austin!" Adrianna exclaims. "She is our guest!" she frowns. "Guest? Ade.. we could be harbouring a damn creature right here in this room. Do you realise, how dangerous that is?" He flashes a menacing glare at Rachel. "Hey, I'm sitting right here you know. I don't have any bites or anything? How could I be inf-.." Austin cuts off her words. "You must be dumber than I thought you were.. You were in the warehouse. The one right below this room, it's a medical facility.. Wait, you don't know how this all started?" Rachel shakes her head, intrigued. "Damn. Bosses thought the world was gettin' too overpopulated. Wanted to take matters into their own hands. The warehouse was turned into a testing facility. A large-scale gas chamber if you ask me. Decided to put the place on lockdown, didn't care who got hurt. And so they injected this gas into the air supply. Designed to kill off people in two seconds flat. They called it humane. Wanted to get rid of the scum on the planet. Those people were just working to get money in their pockets, to feed their families. I guess that day they got more than they bargained for. Bottom line is, the tap was never shut off, or at least, that's what we think. They evacuated the place. If you inhaled some of that shit, you're a goner. I'm surprised one of the creatures didn't recognise you down there." Rachel widens her eyes, remembering the leaked pipe in which she used to cauterize her wound. "I, uh, I didn't see any gas. I think someone already shut it off." She lies. "Good" Austin replies immediately. "Rachel. You need to tell us the truth.. You could be risking our lives if you were in contact with any of that gas. I know it might be hard but.. there's no cure and we need to look out for ourselves." Adrianna chimes in seriously. Rachel looks at the two people, with a severe dilemma on her mind.
