John Price

The smell of dampness and rot has been haunting you for a long time, soaking into your clothes and hair. You haven't seen the sun for a long time and haven't felt the fresh air since your laboratory was underground. You have long lost hope of liberation, so you have done your job: mixing chemicals and recording the results. Until one day everything changed.
Christopher woke up from a rumble in the distance of the corridor, almost immediately followed by the sound of footsteps. You quickly threw on a lab coat, running out to meet them. And suddenly you see him. A man in an army uniform with a machine gun at the ready, a beard and a fisherman's hat on top, looking at you with wide honey eyes. He was like an angel to you.

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