-Area 57- Heartless and Sparrow

[Sparrow]

It had been the greatest achievement of this generation. Regenerated life. Achieved by simple enough means, an injection of a morphic chemical. It caused the previously dead user’s systems to jump start. Though it failed to regenerate damage done. It could be mixed with various agent to give the user gifts. It was made to create super soldiers, ones of whom were already dead to their families. However, these new soldiers still have a majority of their memories, and wish to return home. The government couldn’t allow the undead to be seen publicly, at least not until they eased them into acceptance. This would take time however. For now they are only good for experimentation, and are seen as less then human due to their.....condition. So until that day, unlikely to ever come, these creations are locked away... In Area 57, in a deep mountainous region of the Alaskan wilderness. The facility is partly underground, the above area is marked Exon Mobil, though this is a lie and cover up. The only way to reach the area is through controlled airspace, or walking. Though walking would be practically impossible.
Each test subject is labeled with a wrist band that reads: 57- their set number.
For those few test subjects there are only two options.
One, Take the abuse and experimentation.
Or two, Escape.

[Sparrow]

A normal day at work was how it started..... then ended...
Vincent was working on a computer brought to him by a customer. Just a broken video card, a routine fix. Then someone entered his work area. He assumed it was a fellow employee... he was mistaken. He felt a cool metal blade press against his throat, wielded by the visitor behind. In shock he remained still, then the visitor spoke in a mocking laugh.
“Hello little brother.”
Not a second after hearing this did the letter opener slit his throat.
Vincent died by the hand of his identical twin Victor, who was born three minutes earlier then him.



A sharp pain in his left hand woke him up. Bright lights and voices where what he woke up to.
“It’s awake!” one of the voices shouted.
“That’s not right, put it out!” the other replied in a panicked tone.
Then another sharp pain in the arm followed by darkness.
Then next thing he knows he blinks his eyes open only to see he is lying down on a concrete floor, in a cage. Confused he sits bolt upright and glances around.
“Where am I?” he thinks.
Little does he know his thought is literally aloud.
A burning pain causes him to snap a hand to his throat. Something wasn’t right. The fatal wound was still there. In panic he looks at his hand, a coating of blacked blood covers it.
“What in the?”
He tries to speak only to find the pain too great. He glances to a shiny white band on his left wrist. It was marked 57-119.

[ghostheartless]

Crawling, a blood trail kept her from hiding. She was crying, shaking. Her body racked with pain. Her left leg was gone, cut clean several inches above the knee. White bone visible under the deep red flesh. Deep gashes in her back showed the signs of being beat with a whip. Her right arm was cut and then ripped off. Bruises covering her emaciated body as she did her best to crawl away from her abuser. She couldn't see, she felt around for something to defend her self with, hearing his foot steps come closer. Something sharp was plunged into her chest, she screamed as she felt something was ripped out. The sickening crack of bone and sound of ripping flesh accompanied with the pain dissipated as everything went silent.

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Now, so many years later, found by accident in a shallow grave. A stabbing pain would revive her. She could hear people around her snicker and a few screamed as she sat up. There was no pain? Something was wrapped around her eyes. She reached with her right arm, only, there wasn't a right arm. Something was wrong, something was really wrong. She began to ask, but after what felt like a needle enter her arm. She awoke, or at least, she thought she was awake. She sat up, almost falling over? her leg was gone? She reached down, some of the flesh was gone too. She she blinked and moved the cloth that covered her eyes. She sat in utter shock. Her arm, a few inches from the shoulder and there was no more flesh. Only bone she felt her face, it was intact until she reached to feel her other eye, only a black hole remained. Her chest was open, broken bones and a black void showed her heart was gone. Skin was gone, reveling ribs and one of her collar bones. Parts of her neck were visible. Muscles and tendons moved as she looked about her small cage. She was shaking, her eye, a soft green color, darted around the featureless room. She shuffled back into a corner. To her horror she found part of her left rib cage was bar, the bones bleached white. But there was no pain? How could that be? Her head hurt, full of questions. She wished she could convince her self she was dreaming. She felt herself begin to cry, whipping her tears away, a black liquid covered her hand, she reached to were her other eye was and found more. This did not help. Now she cried black blood from where her other eye was? There was something on her wrist too. A silver bracelet. on it she read the numbers 57-117 "They didn't even give her the courtesy of putting her name on there? She pulled her remaining knee to her chest. She was surprisingly well preserved, it was as though this just happened yesterday. At least she wasn't completely ugly. She leaned her fore head on her knee. "Reduced to nothing but and experiment?" she whimpered, remembering the screams and cold comments she had heard before. She remembered hearing someone calling her and 'it' "Not even human" she said, tears falling down her face. She took the cloth and tied it around her head, covering the empty eye socket. Her hair was long, it fell to the floor. It was so black, it was almost blue. She was tiny, barely five foot five. In her present state she probably didn't even weight ninety pounds. Her remaining skin was very pale. She looked up, something stirred in the cage just across form hers, she watched carefully as the boy sat up. She heard his question. She didn't speak and was almost too afraid to move.

[Sparrow]

Vincent continues to peer around before beginning to violently cough. It feels strange that the air and blood exits mainly through the slash in his neck. In reaction he covers it with a loose hand. Where the heck was he? What was he? Was this hell or something? Or was he a zombie? He decided to go with the latter, figuring it offered a small sliver of hope.
"How am I supposed to figure out where I am if I can't talk?" he thinks sadly aloud.
He sits still in the middle of his cage, looking to the floor and keeping the wound covered by his hand. He thinks silently about the few things he remembers from when he first woke up, hoping it would give a clue to the purpose of what happening.

[ghostheartless]

She watched him quietly, raising an eye brow when she noticed he couldn't seem to break or speak. She looked at him sadly. Her heart went out to him. It was only one wound, but how horrible it must be. At least she could breath and talk. She thought for a moment, then reached up and took off the cloth covering her eye socket. Her bangs covering it. She looked at it and then put it in her mouth. She then shuffled as best she could to the door of the cage. Losing her balance and falling a few times. She leaned against the icy cold bars and took the cloth out of her mouth. "Hay" she said, her soft voice echoing in the silence. She reached out, holding out the cloth. "Cover your wound with this. Maybe it will help. I don't know it would work, but at least it will soak up any blood" she said shyly. Her cheeks would be bright red if were not for the fact that it took red blood to make them turn red. She was shaking visibly as she held out the cloth as close to his cage as she could. It was so cold, her breath could be seen. Her lung could be seen expending through the visible half of her rub cage. They had her in nothing but a black sports bra and matching panties. Showing down thin she was, her hip bones pushed at her skin. Her back bone also did the same. It looked like it would break through her skin if she moved too much. She kept her head down, ready to hear a scream when he saw her. She wouldn't blame him if he did scream. She was horrible to look at. Her remaining arm was nothing but bones right? This is what he would see when he looked up. "How horrible I must look" she thought to herself. "He is sure to scream. I'm sure he'll hate me..." she thought, her eye tightly shut. Hoping he would still take the cloth anyways.

[Sparrow]

Vincent looked over when he heard a kind voice address him. Who it came from caused him to stare for a moment. He looks at the poor girl for a long moment, confused that she was apparently alive. She's in was worse condition then him, but offered help anyway. This gesture of kindness confirmed one thing in his question crowded mind. This wasn't hell. If it was he'd be alone, or at least shown no kindness. After a moment he crawls over to the cage siding, and tilts his head at her. He gently takes the cloth from her hand then ties it around his neck like a scarf to cover the wound. In thanks he smiles kindly to her. Little does he know that his eyes have taken on a cloudy death blue haze.

[ghostheartless]

She did her best to smile back at him. "Is that better?" she asked him shyly, wrapping her hands around the cold metal bar. He seemed alitte scared, was this her fault? She hoped he wasn't afraid of her. "My name is Chi, whats yours?" she asked looking up at his eyes, what and odd color. She tilted her head, was it normal for his eyes to look like that? She looked at them curiously, somehow she didn't think so. Did it hurt? Could he see? She wanted to ask, but maybe this would come off as rude, concidering they had just met.

[Sparrow]

He thinks about it for a moment. Well, air wasn't escaping from the wound anymore. He smiles and nods yes, even though doing so causes the slash to sting. Even with the air blocked, he doesn't think he will be able to speak, though he tries anyway. The burning sensation is still strong enough to keep him silent. He plays off the pain with a smile, then glanced down and notices his name tag is still there. He clears some of the dried blood from it, showing his name underneath, though he doesn't know if she will be able to see it. How would he communicate with her? There was nothing to write with unless... He looks down to his shirt pocket, the notepad and pen were still there thankfully, though messy. He takes the notepad and pen out, then flips to a blank page. A majority of the pages are blood soaked and dried together, but a few near the center are still useable.
He writes,
"My name is Vincent, it's nice to meet you Chi. Thank you for the cloth, it really helps."
He removes the page, then holds it out to her, hoping she can read.

[ghostheartless]

She watches, quietly. Poor thing, he still couldn't speak. She felt bad for him, that must be frustrating. She pushed her self against the bars, trying to get a little closer as she saw him begin to write. Looking briefly at the disheveled piece of paper, she looks up shyly and tries to smile. "It's nice to meet you too and your welcome. I'm sorry I can't help you more. Dose it hurt? I'm sure it must be awful." she said, her voice was a bit quiet. She too shy to speak up to loudly, plus she was afraid someone would hear. She pushed her self away from the bars. They were icy cold against her already icy skin. Truly frustrating it must be to not speak. It was hard enough to move with only one arm and leg, but being unable to speak with out pain must be truly terrible. At least her wounds gave her no pain, or even bled.

[Sparrow]

He thinks about it for a moment, then writes,
"Yeah it hurts, but not so much if I don't try to talk. I hope you don't mind me writing. It could be worse." Indeed it could, look what happened to this girl. He writes on the next line down,
"How about you? Are you in any pain?" It sure looked like it would be painful. He tore the page off and held it out for her to take. The bars were freezing, like they were refrigerated. ... Maybe the room was refrigerated... After all they were 'dead', a horrific idea to think the least. Not only to be a zombie, but to be a zombie locked in a cage sealed in a refrigerated room. He hoped this wasn't the case.

[ghostheartless]

She looked at sadly, wishing she could do something else to help. then again, could`t the people who worked here help? They must not care about their subjects very much. They don't even give them the courtesy to at least put a bed or cot in their cells. Even criminals seemed to be treated better then the unfortunates who are brought here.
She gave a small smile when she read 'it could be worse' it was funny to her. They were dead, test subjects, and locked in a cages in a building that was as cold as a meat locker, but she nodded in agreement knowing it could be worse.
She would have blushed if she cold when she read his second note, shaking her head some "No, but it is a little hard to move like this. To be honest, I'm a bit scared to look myself. I must look horrible. I'm just glad they don't have mirrors in these cages. " she said with a shy smile. Laughing a little to try and make light of her situation.
On the inside, however, she was mortified. How long had she been like this? What would they do to her? A sound at the far end of what was apparently a very long hall may soon give her the answers to all her questions. Footsteps echoed in the eerily quite hall way. it was as though she and Vincent were the only ones there. She quickly pushed herself away form the bars and crawled back into a corner. her fear showing it self on her deathly pale face as she watched and waited for who or whatever it was to appear.

[Sparrow]

Vincent pockets his notebook and pen, looking in the direction of the sound.
Well, someone was here, and he doubted it was someone like them. He backs a few steps back towards the middle of the cage, then sits, watching as calmly as possible in the direction of the sound. Hoping this possibly stupid act would take a bit of fear and worry from Chi.

[ghostheartless]

Chi sat practically frozen as the footsteps draw ever closer. After what felt like an eternity, a man in a thick winter jacket appeared holding a clip board. he looked down at it through thin black rimed glasses. "these two" he says out loud. Two other men who had followed him then began unlocking the doors to both cells. " Step out side please" said the man with the clip board. He turned to look at Chi and sighed "Go get it a crutch." He said to the man to his left. the man nodded and quickly left. Chi pushed her back against the wall and did her best to stand. This took some effort but she was able to. By the time she caught her breath the man arrived with a crutch, which he half threw half handed to her. She would now have to bend down to get it, "Rude much?" She thought, annoyed and a bit hurt by how cold everyone was here. She picked up the crutch and managed to stand. The man backed away, as she hobbled out of her cage obviously not wanting to get too close to her. "Take these two to building A. They go to Exam Room H" He paused glancing at Vincent "Cuff this one, sometimes they fight back" he informed the man before leaving.

[Sparrow]

Vincent narrowed his eyes at the rude man with the clipboard. He could fight back, but he was out numbered and surly they had weapons. He stands then slowly walks over to the cage door and hesitates a moment to glance around before exiting. Then he turns back to the door of the cage and puts his hands behind his back. So they can cuff him with out issue.
'This can't be good. If others fight back there must be a reason...' he thinks.
These people treated them so coldly. If he could talk he'd make a pun about them being colder then the room. Then again that would probably make the situation worse.

[ghostheartless]

Chi glanced at Vincent as they cuffed him, but then looked back down. What would they do to them. They would soon find out. "Go." said the man behind her. Chi did her best with the crutch, she could scenes the mans impatient and tried to hurry. The man who had a hold of Vincent got tired of waiting and went on ahead of them. The man glared at her, obviously not used to being made to wait. She did her best to speed up, nearly falling a few times. Finally they made it to the room. it was dark, screens and control panels every where. Vincent was made to sit on a table of sorts at the far end. "on the table" said them man walking past her and taping one of the many scientists on the shoulder. All where men save for one. She, the one the man had notified of their entree turned and looked at her. "It can't get up on its own." she said and a rather icy 'you idiot' kind of tone. The man groaned, obviously displeased with her orders. He begrudgingly helped her onto the table and left, shivering. She put her crutch to the side and sat quietly, looking about her. Frightened.
"Remove it's clothes and that rag wrapped around it's neck." said one of the older men who were standing around the table where Vincent sat. He placed a set of clothes on the able. A white form-fitting shirt and pair of white pants which resembled something a solder would wear. "Put these on." he said to him before he walked away to get some things from a small tray near by.