Chapter 1
The bed squeaks as Florrie sits up, dazed. Her head spinning, she turns and flicks the light switch. The light flickers on, followed by a low hum. This is not her room. Tens, no, hundreds of tools such as small knives and hammers blanket the walls as a quiet
drip, drip, drip
sound echoes through the room. Florrie turns her head to see markings adorning the wall next to her. Tally marks.
‘Thirty... six?” She reads.
Turning her head again she sees a small metal table. On the table are various syringes filled with a strange green liquid that seems to glow. Florrie can smell a horrific stench, which seems to be coming from an oozing green liquid filling multiple glass test tubes and beakers adjacent to the syringes. The door suddenly swings open with a bang.
