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Emerwyn thought hard. What month was it - April? No, May. Her birthday was in April. She'd completely forgotten that she'd turned twenty-four.
"Just over half a year..." her voice was dazed. It was not really so much time, after all.

Emerwyn grinned at Nita, her odd face and the dim lighting making it look a little eerie. She liked Nita. She had spirit.
"-But, such violence... This is relatively new. I can't help but feel frightened. I should be surprised that this has never happened before now... but perhaps I'm still not quite used to my life."

Emerwyn saw a sharp difference in the two girls' faces. And not only in their physical appearance. Nita's had not yet been completely tainted by this world. But she was not naive.
Emerwyn knew nothing of the world she'd come from when she arrived. How would she view that world if she were to escape? She'd probably never know...

"I wonder, if I may ask - what - or should I say, do you, know anything? About what's happened these past couple of days? I could not help but to shut myself away. The fear of our last travesty was still too near."

In the jungle... That's where Emerwyn found herself last time. With Ian.
Where was Ian? Why hadn't he come to see her? She quickly shoved this worry away momentarily and set her mind on what Nita was saying.

"...microchip?" Emerwyn reached to the back of her neck. The pain that had knocked her out now twice. "Oh..." How did she not think that they had something like that placed in them... It made her feel slightly stupid, and very uncomfortable.
"You woke up in the jungle? Interesting. At least the power is still up..." Emerwyn thought a moment, about Moreau's message. Aubrey Lockheart. "From what I've heard, she was a very sweet person. One of the only people on the staff we may be able to refer to as 'kind.'
I suppose," Emerwyn continued. "It was only a matter of time before something like this happened. He's breeding monsters. Carnivores. The things this is doing to our mind..."
A chill travelled slowly and menacingly up her back.

Nita was just about to respond to Emerwyn when the guards arrived. She stood up automatically, holding onto the table. Those were definitely rifles. Three armed guards. As if a hundred-pound girl could (or would even try) to take them down.

"Y-yes..?" she stammered. "Is there.. Is there something I can help you with?" Nita glanced at Emerwyn, confused and a bit frightened.

"We are here on orders to issue you your injection. Please don't cause any trouble ma'am." The lead guard snapped his fingers as one of the other guards stood by the door blocking anyone from getting in or out. The other guard kept his gun at the ready.

The lead guard walked over to the table, and sat down the silver case. He typed in a numerical code and touched a thumb pad and it snapped open. A needle gun and the serum tube already loaded into it.

"Roll up your sleeve ma'am."

Emerwyn automatically started up as she willingly, if reluctantly offered her arm to the guards. Then, she looked at their guns. It didn't seem that she had a choice. Half-standing, Emerwyn leaned on the table, her face stern and frightened.
This wasn't right. What injection? She saw Nita touch the small bruise on her hand. She'd already received one. What was all this?

Her hands tensed on the table as the scene carried on.

Nita winced at the pinch, almost reaching out for Emerwyn's hand (hoof..) to hold. And then it was over, and the guards were gone. Nita's hands shook and she stared at Emerwyn. "I think I'm gonna go," she whispered. "I'm sorry..."

Nita stood, shaking, clinging to Emerwyn. "Number 42," she managed. "It's just across the way." She felt light-headed, and if she couldn't feel the hardened keratin of Emerwyn's hands against her palms, she would have thought she was trapped in a dream. A nightmare. But no, reality came crashing down.