[center][h2]Peytr [/h2][/center]

[color=f7941d]"If we go right, travel ninety-seven paces, with two turns, we will be at the experimentation lounge. If we continue, one of the rooms down there, the one with the metal clasping device, there should be a way out that can be easily broken through. All I know is I heard birds from that room. Birds."[/color]

The man sounded robotic, he shook his head, looking between each of them, and growled slightly, looking at the body behind him, then those in front of him. His face was sunken, and his eyes glared in hatred as Peytr's head turned to the right, and he slowly crouched as they seemed to be in a lull for a moment. Each moment he stood still, frozen, or moving with tremors so fast that it looked like he was a moving statue. He was moving, shaking like a leaf. The noises he was used to, he knew it meant others were alive. But he didn't hear them at that moment, only footsteps, not real ones likely, but those he heard from before. 

[color=f7941d]"Left... left sounds good, never heard footsteps to the left, the middle is where the big one goes. I would like my hands on his throat; I would like to rip him away to read him. But, no... no, no, we should go left, left sound right." the creature's hands touched the ground, and he slowly slid his fingers around on the ground. "No... no... right sound..." [/color] 

He broke out of his moment, his fingers twitching as he stared back at the body for a moment longer. Each digit shifted back and forth rapidly as if it were cold and sporadic. He disliked that motion; he didn't like the motions of those around them, so still. He felt that one on the ground and hated each moment of his once-learned experiences. Fingers, all he could think about is fingers.  [color=f7941d]"Lead.... my judgment is flawed... I may have lived here longer than most, but... lead, the way you came, or to my captors, I do not care which. Lead... lead, please, go forward... Maybe fingers." [/color]

Then he heard the cries, [color=f7941d]"That way... that way we should go, others... the others, we need... to get to the others."[/color] and at that moment, when he looked at them, he looked worse than before, his body shivering and hating, and he looked as if his life was nothing but a ragged dog in the rain. Broken, and hopeless, he hated each moment he listened. 
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"Others... before they turn out like him, or like me." [/color]