I still remember the day my life changed.

I still remember waking up on the back of the truck my home nowhere in sight, remember my tied hands and how cold I felt. I remember how hungry i was. I remember how much the zip ties hurt as they dug into my skin and how everytime the truck hit a bump me and the others in the truck would get thrown around.

I remember how the loaded us off at some research facility in the middle of nowhere. I remember how they replaced my name with a number.

Its hard not to, as its tatoed on my arm.

I remember the other kids. I never knew their names, only their numbers and how they looked.

There was this girl, 256877 if i remember correctly, who tried to be friends with everybody, tried to give us hope that maybe we would get out of the facility. She even used our real names, not the numbers.

They had her put down like some sort of dog. Came in one day and shot her trough the back of the head. She was dead instantly. Lucky bitch.

I remember how the experiments started, how some days he guards would come in and grab a random person only to bring them back later. Usually with scars, blisters or burns. Sometimes with a blue eye or a limp in their step and sometimes with an empty look in their eyes as if they were dead inside. Somewhere as thin as a twig and looked as if they hadn't eaten for days others never came back.

I remember some of the things they did to me. How they would keep me awake until i was almost insane, how they would have me memorize something and then test "Advanced interrogation methods" on me while i was hooked up to all sorts of machines that measured my bodies reactions, ow they would inject me with substances that make the hardest drugs look like a piece of candy and a direct injection of Anthrax like your standard flue shot.

I remember the woman we knew as "The doctor". She was the leader of the facility we where housed in and always supervised the tests. Insane does not even come close to describing that thing. She was cruel to guards and researchers aike. Beat the tar out of some junior researcher because he dropped her morning coffee, once used a guard as a research subject instead of me become he bumped her in the hallway while i was being moved to an experiment.

I was lucky that day. I watched to poor man struggle for eight hours until his heart finally exploded. As it quite liter lay tore his chest open in an explosion of blood and gore.

And we all agreed to never talk about the guy that dared to question her "Academic genius".

Did i mention she had a thing for Teenagers and Kids.

Sometimes she would take one or two of us with us for "Personal usage". From being forced to do it with her to being forced to sleep with fellow subjects while she watched everything was floating around. She even had several "Ships" that she preferred and would exclude from testing so that they remained alive for her own personal pleasure. Some girls even got pregnant. You may take a guess as to what happened to them.

I remember how she took a special liking to me and i was often picked out for experiments that had things to do with the mind. I had a bit of an attitude back then and i think she saw it as a challenge to break me. to make me as obedient as some of the others where. I think her sick mind even saw it as attractive.

I remember how she was standing over me completely nude and about to do her thing with me. You see if she got in the mood she would take the Victims from our enclosure drag them to the next lab room, chase whoever was inside out and then to whatever her sick mind came up with. No matter how important the current experiment was or what the inhabitants were doing. I even heard from one "Ship" that she chased the commander of the guard detail out of the room with her handgun a golden .44 Magnum handgun.

I remember how i grabbed the nearest object and bashed her over the head with it. As it turned out that object was a vital of some sort of experimental chemical weapon. Or at least thats what i hope it was.

I remember watching her skin starting to rot of her body how flesh began falling away to reveal the organs and muscles underneath. How her face seemed to turn almost instantly from her deranged visage with a mix of raged look and insanity, to something that comes out if you where to hold a blowtorch to a wax figure.

And her screams. oh god her screams. How they turned from screams of pain to some sort of gurgling sound that you bath makes when you empty it, her lungs desperate trying to force air trough her body as it was falling apart. I was lucky that day that none of the stuff hit me. or else i would have been there with her rapidly decaying on the floor.

I remember taking her keycard and her Pistol with me. Went out of the room and started waling in one direction. This went well until i came across a guards patrol. I didn't think i just fired. I missed every shot but i must have hit something important because the next thing i know is a bright flash and blacking out.

And i remember everything after that was one hell of an adventure.

Waking up with a major headace was nothing new for me. I can't handle alcohol that well and its not the first time that Pavel or any of the others had talked me into a drink at the 100 Rads. What however was new was waking up in the middle of nowhere in the dead of the il just check my pda to see where i am and then get out of here bevore the rock lickers decide that i should not be here.

An Error Message? Realy? Jesus how drunk was i that i dammaged the brick of technology that is the PDA. At least my gear is still with me. I can see my backpack lying a few feet away and my guns are holsterd and on my back.

oh.

OH!

I scramble over to the pack rip it open and remove the double floor to reveal the palce where i stash all my money. Its all still there. Looks like whoever got me drunk was not after cash as there is quite a bit of money in there. I am about to thank god when my gaze slowly wanders upward to reveal a white shard, and another one, and another one.

I decide to curse him and whatever gods that may exist instead.