Chapter 2

         Assist.

            The word seems to jump off of the screen and down my throat threatening to choke me.

I nearly gag and have to look away.

Direct assists are rare. In my two years at the Compound, I’ve only ever been involved in three.

All of them resulted in death.

When I started at the Research Facility, my eagerness was matched only by my determination. I ran every sample tediously never caring from whom or where it came from. This is what I had strived for and what all my toils had led to. My position was near the peak and I deserved it.

I had only been at the Facility for a few w...

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