Subject 15: Ch 4

Faded off white plastic. Rubbing alcohol. Scratchy fabric. “Sergeant Anson?” a female voice crackled over the speaker, pulling him into reality Fane woke to the inside of a scanning bed, his head strapped into a white cage. “Yes, ma’am?” He tried to flex his hands but discovered both of them had been strapped down. An … Continue reading Subject 15: Ch 4