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Dead inside, but somehow still kicking.
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John walked into the facility and gazed in awe at the mini apartment. Wow. If he was in a zoo, at least he had a nice cage. John walked around the facility and found the rooms. He walked in and sat down on the queen bed. He was surrounded by bare walls with nothing other than the bed he was sitting on. He'd need to fix that.
John sits down at the table with some pancakes and starts eating. "Wow, everyone is still sleeping," John said to himself, mouth full.
John jumped up in bed and looked in the mirror at his groggy appearance. He had been out until 4 last night and the effects had hit him. Despite feeling like crap he went downstairs and started breakfast for himself
John whipped his hand up and sent a wall of shadows in between the boy and the girl. "Both of you just shut up! We're here because we're special. I can say first hand that there are dangerous mutants. And to be honest I'd rather be here than out there."
"Yeah of course," John said, holding out his wrist.
John laughed as he handed the soldiers his papers. "Sounds chipper. Did you have your morning coffee Sergeant Asshat?" John asked sarcastically.
John was stopped by a guard at the end of the hallway. "This isn't accessible to mutants at the time," the guard said, looking straight ahead. And John didn't push it. He simply walked back to the others and pulled his paperwork out of his back pocket and began to fill it out.
John had maybe fudged the truth a little. He had sent Hikari on a gun running mission. Except they were highly advanced guns that had become the most dangerous weapon in Chicago. And he had also been sending a scientist some type of dangerous serum. He hadn't bothered to look into it. He made things. He didn't ask questions. At least none that might get him killed. His genius was a blessing. But he had used it as a curse.
John walked through down Main Street, and noticed something. There was a flyer. A new one. Like freshly printed. he ran up to it and scanned it. He couldn't believe it. There were others. Other survivors. He wasn't alone. He looked at the address and realized that he knew where it was. It was a warehouse and t was less than a mile from his current location. And he ran. Ran until it came into view. He saw two girls standing outside of the warehouse. Here went nothing
John walked into the facility, smiling. Finally somewhere that wasn't an abandoned farmhouse. He looked around at the others. There was a scowling guy, a sobbing girl, and another girl who seemed to be unhappy with her current surroundings. "Are we all gonna sit here crying and glaring, or are we gonna explore?" John asked, a smirk on his face as he started down a hallway.
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