A/N: Violence/gore. You have been warned.

My eyes examined every bit of the room... but no words could describe what I saw. I tried to take in the whole scene, but my eyes kept wondering frantically around the room unable to process what they were seeing. Evan's expression was one of shock, Tyler's expression was one of anger and surprise. Minx looked horrified and Ze was about to cry. 

The whole room was covered in rusty cages that were the size of a closet. what was even more horrific was that on one side of the room, in those cages were all type of infected with things like barbed wire sticking out of them, or even some had their hand nailed to the bars of the cage. On the other side of the room, were the same cages... but with... people?! 

All of my air formed a giant lump in my throat and I felt tears forming... I didn't even manage to take a step forward, before I collapsed. But someone managed to catch me.I looked up to see Evan holding me. He straightened me up and straight away Tyler pulled me into a hug. I sobbed a little into his chest. After some time, he managed to comfort me enough so I didn't burst into tears straight away. As I pulled away, he took hold of my hand and we slowly walked forward. Minx and Ze were looking at the infected side of the room. While Evan walked ahead of us and examined other cages. I looked around at the poor people. They were all other survivors of this... apocalypse or whatever this was. Suddenly my eyes landed on one person in particular. I rubbed my eyes to see if I was imagining things. Tyler seemed to notice this too. Evan came over but as he was about to say something, his eyes landed on the same cage as ours and his jaw just hung open. Minx and Ze noticed our silence and that we weren't moving.

"Guys... what hap-?"

"...Oh."

Minx stopped trying to say anything as she stared at the cage. I couldn't look at it. It made me feel sick. I wanted to puke but I couldn't look away for some reason... It was Marcel. I turned to Tyler and buried myself into his chest and started crying my eyes out. Marcel... His lower jaw was broken off, leaving only the top part of his mouth. His lower jaw was nailed to one of the cage bars. 2 of his fingers were cut off and stuffed into his throat. His tongue was shrivelled and dry. How long was he here...? Tyler pulled me away from the scene. Through my blurry eyes and glasses I could see he was trying not to cry, too. He crouched down in front of me on the floor. He took my shoulders and pulled me into a sad kiss that didn't last long. I calmed down a little bit until I could only make little hiccups. 

"Mini, just stop looking. It's not gonna be fine, but if you don't look, it will stop getting worse."

We slowly stood up while hugging, and somehow managed to move through the room. Minx and Evan were looking behind us while Tyler and Ze were looking ahead.

"Well, I see you have found my room of rainbows and sunshine."

 The doctor was at a side entrance where a door said 'Exit' above it. He walked forward as if he wasn't afraid of us. He seemed to read my mind as he turned to us and fake smiled.

"Now, 1 wrong move and one of your friends dies." 

About 7 guards came in surrounding 4 people. They were badly beat up and Delirious was badly bleeding. Wait, he didn't catch everyone!

"Now, do I have my test results?"

As soon as the doctor said that, one of his assistants walked forward with a clipboard. I gasped, and everyone's eyes widened, but none of us showed it. It was Chilled! How?! He looked around and his eyes landed on Ze, Minx and I. His eyes widened also but didn't say anything. He gave the clipboard and stood a bit away from Mike. 

"Now..."

His eyes were scanning the clipboard with a frown. His expression turned to anger.

"What is this Bullshit!?"

He turned to Chilled and threw the clipboard at him. Chilled fumbled with it while trying to catch it. He was successful. I took my gun out and aimed it at Mike while he was distracted. Mike froze when he heard the safety 'click' of a gun. He turned his head slightly, eyeing me. He made a tutting sound and one of the guards to my left grabbed Delirious.

"See him? He's already badly bleeding... I suggest you lower your weapon if you want at least a 0.1% chance of him surviving."

His expression turned into an evil smirk. Everything was tense.

"Actually, you know whats better?"

He turned to face us.

"They're badly wounded. So... I have a better idea."

As soon as he said that. About 50 more guards came from the shadows surrounding us.

"Now YOU have a 0.1% chance of surviving."