Kim Stewart
She sat there as always, thinking about sheep, so she go to sleep. Then, the lights went red. She snapped out of her daydream, tilting her head up only so little to see what was happening. Nothing. Her heart began to race, this never happened before, she though she had the pattern figured out. Then the alarm went off. She covered her ears as much as she could screaming at the top of her lungs hoping it would stop. Finally it did, she slowly took her hands off her ears, in hope, that the monster didn't have anything to do with this. She gripped her clothes, they were standard clothing for a subject. White, with the letter of what cell she lived in on the back. In the front close to the bottom of it, was small numbers. She never understood what they were there for. She then heard gunshots, once again she covered her ears and closed her eyes till they stopped. 'Maybe they killed it, it's dead now. Your safe.' she thought to herself.
With a sigh of relief, she hopped off her bench. Stood there for a moment, no sign of anything. Though, being on the bench for so long, she still felt like there was something wrong. She was out of place. It felt like her whole life was that bench, that monster, that machine. Now, there was red lights, high pitched noises, gunshots, and now she heard someones voice. It was not far down, the cell blocks, but either way she heard it clearly as if it was right next to her. She scrambled for to the bench, hopped back on it, holding her legs with her arms, shaking scared, staring outside her cell.
"Hello?" she mumbled quietly, in hope, that her guard would come and check on her, or anyone for that matter. She needed to know that voice was not who she thought it was. Finally, the door opened and the guards began to check the cells, she stared at the guard who only looked at her then turned away to another guard, who she could not see because of the cell walls. This guard was not the guard that checked her every once in a while, he was slimmer, and seemed on edge. She remembered the gunshots, there was in fact something wrong because the red lights still glowed. Her idea about the monster dead was wrong. She closed her eyes tightly and began to sit still on her bench, begging in her mind that things would go back to normal.