Revenge After Death



"Help! Please help! She's about to give birth!" I urgently pounded on the pod's door and pleaded with the staff to rescue Subject Number 57, but it seemed as though they couldn't hear me.

With a mere glance at Subject Number 57, they turned away and headed toward the door of the male experimental subjects.

The staff member was recording while talking at the same time, "Ever since Subject Number 77 entered the lab, the manic behavior of these male subjects has escalated. Administer a 50% concentration of nitrous oxide to calm them down."

The staff member started operating the control panel, but one of the experimental subjects accidentally damaged it while slamming the door, causing a short circuit. Unfortunately, the staff member failed to notice the damage.

I tried to smash the door angrily to distract the staff member. However, I was not strong enough and they didn't take me seriously. I yelled, "Asshole, help her!"

The life of Subject Number 57 was fading fast, and a pool of blood flowed from her lower body as she struggled to save herself. She was determined to bring her child into the world on her own.

Despite growing up in a laboratory and lacking understanding, her maternal instinct was unwavering. She was resolute in her desire for her child to live.

She was breathing quickly and staring at me with red, teary eyes. She pushed her belly desperately, hoping to safely give birth to the baby. However, it seemed that she was experiencing a difficult labor, with more and more blood gushing out.

"Save her..." My throat felt tight as I pleaded with them to save Subject Number 57.

The staff member showed a complete disregard for the life and death of Subject Number 57. Upon witnessing three male experimental subjects collapsing, they immediately opened the pod's door.

A mercenary attempted to administer an injection, only to have his neck seized by one of the experimental subjects who had abruptly regained consciousness. He was truly strong.

"Save her..." I glanced nervously at the three experimental subjects emerging.

The leader was Subject Number 63. He cast a quick glance in my direction before making his way toward the pod door of Subject Number 57. He opened the door and stepped inside, squatting down beside Subject Number 57 to closely examine her condition.

Subject Number 57 appeared to anticipate the outcome as she reached out to grab the Swiss Army Knife from Subject Number 63's hand, the very same knife that was held by the mercenary moments ago.

Locking eyes with Subject Number 63, she took a deep breath. With trembling hands, she moved the knife toward her stomach.

I instinctively averted my gaze. I couldn't bring myself to look directly. If that were to happen, Subject Number 57 would not make it. My body trembled slightly as I leaned against the corner, gripping the door tightly.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

What sort of hellish place was this? How many experimental subjects had died before my arrival? This was a realm beyond the grasp of the law because no one knew this place existed.

The workers in this laboratory were extremely cruel and unkind to people, treating them like mice, cats, and dogs. They crushed them without mercy.

The cry of a baby sent a shiver down my spine, causing me to press myself against the wall. I was afraid to turn around. I was not scared. Rather, I found it impossible to look directly at the scene.

The baby cried just once, signaling that something was amiss. It was likely that the medical staff had already identified the issue during the prenatal check-up, for they wouldn't have neglected it otherwise. After all, the baby in the belly was also the product of the experiment.

Subject Number 63 approached my pod with the baby in his arms. We exchanged wary looks. His eyes were clear and cold, devoid of any discernible emotion. It was almost as if he were emotionless.

He gestured toward me, then abruptly departed. I gazed at Subject Number 63 in astonishment. The message conveyed through his sign language was, "We'll wait for you outside. Stay alive."

I stood there in shock for a long time. Did these experimental subjects know me? Had Stephany been to the lab? Or did they recognize me as Stephanie? Had Stephanie been here? But in my memory, there was no recollection of this lab.

As the alarm blared, a swarm of mercenaries flooded in from outside. I couldn't help but wonder if the three of them and a baby with a congenital disease could make their escape. All I could do was silently pray for them.

A sound emanated from the surveillance camera behind me. I turned to see the camera swaying from side to side, almost as if it were warning me not to attempt an escape. There was no way out...

The baby's fate seemed to have been determined the moment they were born in the laboratory. Those unable to escape would encounter a dead end upon leaving the lab.