Kyle Boldin

Lone

"Containment Breach, Containment Breach!" blared the site intercom as a distinctive red light began flashing over Zoey's eyes. "Attention all site personal, there has been a containment breach in sector thirteen, Specimen Thirteen-twenty one is loose…(sigh)...again!" Stopping to admire her fifth daring escape in three months from containment, Zoey scoffed at the intercom, exclaiming, "It's Zoey, Z-O-E-Y!" "Why is it so hard to remember that? I've known you for three years, Dave." As Zoey began sprinting down the familiar cold steel corridors of the Unexplained Phernomon Occult, also known as the UPO Foundation, her heart began to race, pulsating fifteen beats a minute as she would soon see the freedom she's long craved. With the wind to her back, and the thought of sunshine illuminating her dulled eyes, Zoey flew down the final hallway. Sweet freedom being fifteen feet away, every step was growing ever closer to the "thump!"