This wasn’t about being trapped and surviving anymore. This was war.
All of the YogLabs prisoners which had a vaguely human mind had been trapped inside a huge arena in the scientific facility. Of course some of them had violent tendencies, including Zoclone herself, but they held off for now. It wouldn’t do to just start a murder fest. But that’s what they were supposed to do.
Zoclone had stuck with Lalnable, of course, and they’d done pretty well so far as the rest of the players were picked off one by one. Of course they killed a few, mostly for Lalnable’s special appetite, but nobody dared mess with the two evil lovers duo. Until today.
When Zoclone had awoken from her sleep in their special sleeping cells, Lalnable was nowhere to be found in her arms. She didn’t panic straight away, although she got a little worried, and got out of bed assuming that her partner had gotten up early. The clone grumbled at his carelessness of leaving her, and started to look for him.
“Lalnable, you big dolt, where are you?” Zoclone called, her cannon at the ready in case someone tried to attack her. She walked slowly through the white rooms of the arena, her fear rising at every step. Her face tightened and she took a breath. “Seriously Lalnable I don’t have time for your games,” she yelled, thankful her voice didn’t crack.
And then she entered the next room.