Liz lay strapped to a metal table. She had given up fighting. The people that had her were stronger then she was. She had never been much of a fighter. Liz preferred to help people. She had been stufying medicine before she had been taken. Now she was stuck in a secret lab in the middle of the dessert. Liz heard someone scream. Liz knew without a doubt that she was going to be next. Whatever torture that poor creature was going through would soon be inflicted on her.