Sam

The Doctor will come in any minute and permeate my room with a sleep gas, a manufactured warmed gas to render someone unconscious. The warmer the gas, the quicker it seemed to penitrate. There has been an upage of the dose within the gas several times in the past six months due to my body's ability to adapt so quickly. The higher the dosage, the quicker my body would adapt - my body already recognized the toxin they would put into my blood and my body would eradicate it. Luckily, upage was only permitted every sixty days.

Normally, the gas would sedate for twenty-seven minutes, three for the gas to take affect. Due to the irritating connection between the four of us, the other would feel the symptoms before I would.

They'll wait at the plexiglass that separates the cells from the outside world and break it down by any means necessary.

Fifteen seventeen was stamped on the military clock sitting on Doctors desk. Thirteen minutes.

The Doctor, Thomas Lufter, would come in and not come back out.

A knock sounded against the brick wall, the only brick wall in my room due to my cell placement, in the corner of this small confined room. Pulling out a small rock from the wall, a peer hole was created. On the other side of the wall was Erik. Or well, the side of his face.

"10 minutes. Assume gaurds - transport was supposed to be last week."

Erik stepped up to the plexiglass, aggressively knocked three times, rocked back on his heel and slammed his fist into the glass, rattling the thick acrylic material.

Erik being the most aggressive of the four of us, this was not out of his character, but this was put way of communication without suspicion.

Like any other normal protocol, Ash, the second cell from the left, began his workouts, warming up - although it really wasn't necessary. The drugs they put in our systems has dampened our strength, yet that cannot up the dosage without knowing the consequences or we could die. And they don't want their star subjects dying on them.

Which means we have adapted remarkably.

The chiming beep on the other side of the air-lock door indicated someone was coming in. I stood at the front of my cell, watching guard after guard file into the space. Some women. Mainly men. Lastly Doctor Lufter.

"Alright boys transport in 20. Let's get you in those trucks."

Closing my eyes, I remember when we first got here as teenagers. 5 years ago. We all have been tested, analyzed, worked, and tested some more. For 5 years. A blood drawing was done every second Wednesday of each month. That's the only thing that kept my external calender proper.

We had a life before this, I know we had a life before this absolute bullshit, but all of us can only remember life in these cells. Nothing more - nothing less.

Opening my eyes, three guards stood out front each cell. Doctor Lufter stood out front my cell, metal tray in hand.

"Lie down, please, Sam." His voice echoed. Pulling the loose gray cotton shirt off to expose my upper half, I watched as the eyes of the human women go wide. The room seemed to get a little more tense as men went round the room standing taller. I laid flat on the firm twin sized mattress and took a long deep breath out.

Time to get the fuck out of this hellhole.