"How is test subject 14324?"

"Her vitals are good, she is stable, her muscles are starting to deteriorate. We should feed her..."

"No. No one is allowed to feed subject 14324, EVER!"

"But sir, if we don't.."

"It won't die, if that's what you are so worried about."

'Help us please! Help!' It's blurry face again. I can never get it out of my head! Sleeping is starting to scare me. Why now? Of all time and place, why must it, no they, why are they haunting me?

"Who gives a damn! Do what I.." Voices? Someone is speaking, yet I don't fully hear what they are saying... I'm so tired... GROWL.... I'm hungry, so ever hungry. The voices keep getting louder and a little more clearer than before. I think, no, I, yes,  it's them, those doctors.

"You're awake subject 14324. You're not scheduled to be awake for another 30 days. I am going to adjust your dosage. You shouldn't even be conscious yet." All I could do was watch the masked doctor add more of that sleeping drug to those tubes that connect to other tubes, they eventually go through others that enter my sleeping chamber... being surrounded by water... floating... having those tubes shoved into all areas of my corpse like body. I rather not sleep. I don't want to see those faces anymore. Lately it's been getting a little worse, even when I am awake. I can also smell them, rotting, moldy, decaying bodies. Seeing the flesh fall of their bodies as they close in your space... NO! Stop! Don't think... don't remember, I want to forget.

Growl! Growl! Growl! I think i'll take a little bite out of my arm. I do enjoy watching my sleep chamber turn that crimson red. Blood, blood, blood, I love, I hate it all. The addiction, the... "Eat! Eat it, eat them... Freedom is soon." The woman in the white dress, whispers in my ear as I slowly fall asleep with my own flesh in my mouth.