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Violet
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Fight or Flight
When everything is on the line.. will you fight or fly darling
Monday, June 5th -- 3 A.M -- The Laboratory
Entry 478: The Day was normal. Flock was quiet. Picky eating, might have something to do with season change.
The day had been relivetly normal, to say the the least. The lab had been properly locked up and the experiments were delicately tucked away on the fifth floor of the stainless steel building. The guards that paced back and forth would occasionally duck their heads in to check on the sleeping monsters, though they had grown tired of the experiments staring blankly back at them. The guards just chalked it up to their "weird bird habits"
The flock, as they were so often referred to as, was a small group. Rather obedient after years of submission worked away at whatever small hope they clung too. It was just the life these creatures had come to accept.
They were awoken at precisely 5 A.M. Every morning. Even Holidays. Following their wake-up calls they would be allowed 20 minutes to promptly shower and use the restroom. After wards they would be fed, sometimes force fed if they refused. Then it was drugs and tests. Tests and drugs. Non-stop for 6 hours. Then they would have dinner and be schooled to test their human sides. More tests. Dinner. And put back into the high wired cages at 8 P.M. Every night. Even Holidays.
Nothing changed. Nothing would ever change.
Until today. Monday. June 5th. At precisely 3:06 A.M.
When #4523, shook the bars in a typical fit of rage, and found that the last door was carelessly left unlocked. After this discovery had been made, they have 5 minutes before the next guard passes, to make their decision.
Do they stay? Or do they fly?
Tick Tock. Tick Tock.
When everything is on the line.. will you fight or fly darling
Monday, June 5th -- 3 A.M -- The Laboratory
Entry 478: The Day was normal. Flock was quiet. Picky eating, might have something to do with season change.
The day had been relivetly normal, to say the the least. The lab had been properly locked up and the experiments were delicately tucked away on the fifth floor of the stainless steel building. The guards that paced back and forth would occasionally duck their heads in to check on the sleeping monsters, though they had grown tired of the experiments staring blankly back at them. The guards just chalked it up to their "weird bird habits"
The flock, as they were so often referred to as, was a small group. Rather obedient after years of submission worked away at whatever small hope they clung too. It was just the life these creatures had come to accept.
They were awoken at precisely 5 A.M. Every morning. Even Holidays. Following their wake-up calls they would be allowed 20 minutes to promptly shower and use the restroom. After wards they would be fed, sometimes force fed if they refused. Then it was drugs and tests. Tests and drugs. Non-stop for 6 hours. Then they would have dinner and be schooled to test their human sides. More tests. Dinner. And put back into the high wired cages at 8 P.M. Every night. Even Holidays.
Nothing changed. Nothing would ever change.
Until today. Monday. June 5th. At precisely 3:06 A.M.
When #4523, shook the bars in a typical fit of rage, and found that the last door was carelessly left unlocked. After this discovery had been made, they have 5 minutes before the next guard passes, to make their decision.
Do they stay? Or do they fly?
Tick Tock. Tick Tock.
