The green lights overhead radiate unforgiving drones with an occasional high-pitched clicking noise, some abused machinery lay in the corner of the room. *Vichush* The quad slated doors sense your presence and thrash open. A sleeping atrox lays within upon the dining table. “Probably just another drunkard, nothing out of the ordinary for The happy rebel” you think to yourself. *Plick* *Plick* Blood is trickling down from his sprawled out arm and dripping off of his finger onto the floor below. A faint murmuring hardly comprehensible, “Thu….uuu…….agatai!…… the zebra….”
“Zeebra? What kind of stims is he on? Where can I get some?”, you think to yourself, ignoring and near forgetting about the blood.
Loud sudden laughter and glasses tipping against one another can be overheard from a nearby room.
Quickly disturbed from his sleep the atrox rolls from the table, stands up , and sprints out of the door in one fluid motion. Leaving behind only a small pool of blood....
Laughter continues followed by a few high piched bleeps and bloops of nearby abused machinery, the lights continue to drone on in their usual pattern..........
