I’m not sure why I’d come back to the lab, curiosity or the need for familiarity. Three weeks since the escape and I hadn’t seen another soul for days.
There had been the usual rumours, whispers in corners of a Frankenstein experiment. Most thought it was just hype or boredom.
The smell of formaldehyde hit me before my eyes adjusted to the dark, a burning sensation clawing at my throat as my stomach lurched with fear.
I opened the blinds in a sudden grip of claustrophobia. After days of hiding, the dim light felt warming on my skin. Shards of light reflected off the dusty jars throwing an eerie purple rainbow across the floor.
Movement woke me from my daze, after so long alone was my mind playing tricks on me?
Resting my throbbing head against the closest jar a knowing, hungry eye blinked at me through the murky liquid.