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The Tank II (AP 7091)

After what felt like an eternity the lid of the tank was thrown open and rays of light pierced the goo. Arms grasped her deadened ones the grasp feeling like pins on her skin, the pain of her wounds coming back tenfold and the light in the room burning her eyes. Every sound was magnified, her heartbeat rang like a drumline in her ears, footsteps sounded like thunderclaps and whispers like screams. They let her fall to the floor and she just lied there, biting her tongue to keep a whimper from escaping, waiting for the light to deaden, the sounds to fade away, the pain to ease. It took thirty seconds according to the wall clock that ticked noisily for her to gather enough strength to get to her feet and shuffle after a white coat back to her cage. Where she fell into a thick black sleep.

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