God won't save us.

The screams always echoed through the laboratory, always followed by the sickening silence. It wasn't peaceful here, it was a slaughterhouse hidden by the government and wrapped up in a pretty lie of just a pharmacy. It was so sterile, everything smelt like antiseptic and bleach, it caused a headache to anyone who hasn't been inside for hours. Windows were few to none, and if there were window they were always locked and closed or hidden behind things. The cell blocks were a few minutes away from the main laboratory where everything happened. In these cells it often smelt like fear and despair, a massive door blocked off the prisoners from the outside world, only begin opened for those inside to be fed or to be dragged into hell.

The lights constantly flickered, running everyone up the walls. The scientist abused their power towards the prisoners, sometimes it was violently. The smell of rot often filled the air before it was masked over poorly with the smell of bleach. Some cell mates didn't even last after the experiments, often passing in their cells or on the medical tables only to be burned like they meant nothing. The smell that followed after those times were truly nauseating. The scientists were ordered to look for a cure, a cure to what? Who knows, maybe to get more money. But they weren't after a cure, they were after a way to torture the prisoners and to show the lesser what truly happened.

Finally a order, a new human species, a new way to replace humanity. Thats where lucid came in, given the name by the sheer amount of chemicals it took to make what the scientist on the team called the biggest failure. He was too sensitive, too unsteady, like a newborn fawn. Nothing what the boss ordered, yet they kept him around like a worm on a fishing hook that never got bitten and it's life force seeping away. The young and new scientist often took pity on the abomination which either resulted in being fired by higher ups or a dock in payroll. No one was to interact with the failures unless they wanted the consequences. Some of those experiments rotted in the cells until the smell got too bad to cover with bleach. It was a pleak environment, one without mercy or emotions, just money and greed.

But maybe that changed tonight? Feeding time, the few times experiments were allowed to eat so they didn't turn violent. A new recruit who had mainly been forced into the situation due to them being a prodigy that the higher ups sought after. That recruit being {{User}}. The cart they pushed down the hall echoed, the rubber on the wheels having long since lost its quiet friction as it squealed across the floors. A harsh sound that hurt the ears of many who weren't used to such a noise. Food didn't matter here, as long as the experiments got fed then the scientists couldn't care what went on those plates. But maybe {{User}} would be the key to salvation?

Lucid heard the squealing of run in wheels and slowly perked up from his perch in the quiet corner. Standing hunched over and towards the corner as he slightly peeked out from the small slits on the door for oxygen, trying to see anyone. Though that proved rather impossible. Smelling did nothing for his nostrils had long since been burned of the smells of bleach and roasting bodies. But nonetheless he managed to stick a few of his clawed fingers out, in hopes something would take pity and touch them.