Atlas (Apocalyptic Cries Book 1) by Adalie Jordin

Author:Adalie Jordin [Jordin, Adalie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-09-05T05:00:00+00:00

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We can’t stay here. If Mr. Penguin discovers us, we’re as good as dead. Or worse, we’ll become their next test subjects.

I start to tense, wanting to get the fuck out, but Cade shifts behind me. The hand that was covering my mouth moves down as he wraps his arm around my body, pulling me into his warm embrace. Our vests bumping into each other make it hard to relax into him, but oh how I want to. I need his touch to ground me.

This damned lab is worse than I ever could have fathomed.

I could guess at the experiments. Logically imagine the medical procedures and gene splicing that would need to be performed in order to attain their goal of a genetically modified being — but to see this… this level of atrociousness that conveys, quite clearly, the human race is losing its humanity.

Fuck.

We watch in quiet horror as Mr. Penguin - the nickname is really too kind for him now - walks away from the injured Zerk’s cage and over to the sliding doors of the lab proper. As soon as they swoosh closed behind him, the person who shielded us begins to whisper our way.

“The lab is soundproofed so the scientists can concentrate. You may speak freely without him hearing.”

“Thank you.” Comes Cade’s quick reply, he’s as done with this shit-hole as I am, if the strained note in his voice is anything to go by. “Can we leave without being seen?”

The question makes the woman - man? The person’s features are so unpronounced I can’t even tell - appear disconcerted by his inquiry, but she responds anyway. “No. They have cameras pointed out into the testing quarters.”

Why the fuck had none of them mentioned cameras before?!

“Where?” Cade’s already scanning the room, trying to spot them.

“In the corner there,” he-she points, “and one up at the top edge of the viewing windows.”

We follow her - I’m going with her, not his - finger, and even though she says there are cameras, I can’t seem to spot them. Cade does, if his frustrated ‘shit’ is anything to go by. It’s a testament to how stressed this situation is making him that he’s actually cursing in front of me again. Usually I’m the one with the potty mouth.

“Do they record?”

“Philip said no. He’s a tech guy. Was in IT before the outbreak.” She supplies.

“Which one is Philip?” Cade asks, leaning forward and taking me with him as he tries to peer around the edge of the lady’s cage to look down the line of imprisoned people.

“Died a few weeks ago. They already carted him off.”

Well that’s no help at all.

“But he was sure?” Cade presses, “Sure that the cameras aren’t storing data anywhere?”

The woman shifts in her cage, trying to find a more comfortable position as she speaks to us. “Completely. He said something about them being outdated models that have to be connected by wires, and that they don’t have the capability to record. Only show real-time imaging.”

I contemplate her words for few moments before I finally speak up.

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