Their Escape --- [ Jill & Sherry ]
Pitter patter, pitter patter. Something wet slides down her cheek and stirs the sleepy beauty awake. W..Where am I? Her eye lids flutter open and her memory is jogged when the setting of a white pastel cell comes into view. Right...captured, a test subject. Must of been drugged up pretty well yesterday. Jill wipes the wet substance off her cheek and stands up. Her hazel hues wonder over to her sleeping room-mate: Sherry Birkin. The blonde is still sleeping away soundly and the older female decides to leave her be, knowing she'd need the extra energy for what was in store for them.
Jill gave a soft sigh and slowly made her way over to the sink, brushed her teeth and combed her hair with her fingers. God, I need a haircut. Staring into the mirror, she examined herself. Long hair, same damn white gown outfit, showers twice a week, constantly being stabbed and poked with needles. This is utter hell. It had been at-least five months since both Sherry and her were kidnapped and brought here. Since then they've been guinea pigs. Not once had they been able to get in-contact with anyone. Chris must be worried as hell. I bet..Claire's in the same boat since Sherry's missing too. God..will we ever manage to escape this hellhole?
They needed an escape plan and fast. Because who knew how much longer the two could last mentally and physically?