SgtBash96

    The hallway echoed with the sound of heavy leather boots, as a man in a lab coat tried to keep pace with a well suited gentleman, as they passed door after door of Facility 13’s countless numbers for labs. The gentleman kept a strong and quick pace, the scientist losing his breath as he tried to speak.    “Sir…a-are you really sure about this? We put so much work into this project, it’s too late to shut it down now…” he finished quickly, fixing his thick rimmed glasses on his head, nearly losing his footing on the smooth marble floors.    The stout gentleman huffed, his big belly ripping in waves

The moon was no more than a glint behind the clouds of the starry surface that make sky, a lone figure trudges through the snow an M82 sling over their shoulder, slowing them down more. The lone wounder stops a top a small ravine, overlooking a small farm house, no lights on inside, nor smoke from one of its two chides. "No warm welcome here," the figure said to herself "But, at least somewhere to keep warm for the night," she shivered as a cold wind blow behind her, chilling her through her think leather jacket. A young white wolf-pup scrabbled through the snow behind her and stopped by her side, it curled it-self around her leg to keep wa