Subject Nine Destroys the Apocalypse
Language: en
Ten years. That’s how long they kept me in that sterile hell, poking and prodding at the architecture of my soul. I didn’t just escape; I tore the cage open with a kinetic blast that leveled half the facility. But the "freedom" waiting for me was a nightmare. The sky was the color of a bruised plum, and the streets were crawling with things that used to be human. I rounded a corner, my lungs still stinging from the lab’s recycled air, and stopped dead. There, pressed against a crumbling brick wall, was my childhood best friend. A man I didn't recognize—her husband, apparently—had her…