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"All Test Subjects should vacate the Enrichment Center immediately. Please prepare for emergency evacuation."

It was perhaps the least pleasant wake up she had ever experienced.
Abigail's eyes blinked open, and she curled into her bed more tightly. Her arms and legs tingled with energy, the latent excitability of being asleep for so long. So long that the room had broken away, had lost all of its color and charm. The girl sat up as her cell shook, tossing the bed slightly from side to side. Her arms flew out to stabilize her as she took in the environment, so different.

There was an aching, and she leapt out of the bed, the sheets tangling momentarily around her too-long thighs. She stumbled against herself, vaulting to the door. It was shut tight. Rusted. Perhaps a greater person could have opened it but, being the small girl with the atrophied muscles, she was unable to shake the door open.

Her tiny hands grasped the handle, weakly holding the cold metal. She shook, pulled again. "Mommy!" Her cry rang out in the silence, her panic echoed by the muted alarms. "Mommy, get me out!" She slammed her palms against the door, the wood giving briefly but staying intact. The girl threw herself against the door as the center creaked violently once again.

It was a rush, a terrible switch of gravity that made her stumble. She could feel her cell moving, feel the pull towards one direction. Scrambling, she threw herself under the bed, screwing her eyes shut, bracing for the impact. There were huge fits of violence, where she could feel the reverberations of large objects hitting her room, cracking the dry plaster and tumbling her room around haphazardly. But she held, pushing herself to the floor in her terror, feeling drops of water slip through her tightly closed eyes and down her cheeks.