Lieutenant Sharp Some days went by and the Lieutenant made an alarming discovery along with Angela, the human, warrior-looking woman, he’d befriended. Lance had told him warriors carried battle scars similar to hers, not just tattoos. Sharp had decided that evening he liked the woman- the beautiful warrior who lived with her human inflicted scars. The feeling seemed mutual for she came to him with her suspicions. Lane was teaching him, the ways of humans. The way they think and moved. Their reaction to certain things said or done. However, Angela requested he keep this between themselves and she waited silently with a stern look about her face, waiting until he nodded before she said another word to him. Then they endured the next few hours in mostly silence for Angela wasn’t much of a conversationalist…neither was he. Though, she did say, “Those guys seem to trust you so that works for me.” By ‘those guys’ he knew she meant Matt and Randall. But did they? Sharp didn’t get that f

Elizabeth stood in the dimly lit chamber of the hidden lab, the faint hum of machinery filling the air around her. The flickering screen in front of her displayed rows of data, each line a piece of the puzzle that was her life. She scrolled through the information touching the screen with her fingertips lightly, her heart pounding as she recognized the names of the other clones- each one labeled with a purpose, a role they were meant to play. Jakes, Elizabeth; Version 5.3, was at the bottom of the list. 5.3? Heart pounding inside her chest, she took a deep breath, her fingers trembling as she navigated through the files. The names of her predecessors blurred in her vision; David, Alyssa. Kela, Dodi. Rebecca, Laura- all her friends- not hers but the human Elizabeth- and each a failed experiment. Each is a discarded attempt at creating the perfect version. And then there was her, the most advanced, the culmination of years of research and experimentation. But what did that mean? Was s

The dim light of the recreation room cast long shadows on the walls as Liz and Marcus Sharp sat across from each other. The air was heavy with the residual laughter of their comrades, but the noise seemed distant now. Liz’s cheerfulness had faded now in the past weeks, leaving behind a contemplative silence. Sharp, ever perceptive, noted the subtle change in her demeanour and decided it was time to address it. “Liz, you seem preoccupied,” Sharp began, his tone unusually gentle. “What’s on your mind?” Liz’s gaze drifted to the game board where she had just been celebrating a win from Marcus. The pieces, now abandoned, seemed to mock her with their silence. She took a deep breath before turning to face Sharp, her expression a mix of frustration and unease. “It’s nothing, really,” she started, her voice wavering. “Just some unsettling thoughts. I really need to separate my memories from the now. I still think of you as Marcus, you know? And Matt and Randall are still- ” “Shh, I know.

They spent days meticulously going over the plan, discussing every detail, every possible scenario. They would start hoarding supplies gradually- nothing too noticeable, just a few extra rations here and there, some medical supplies, and tools. Sabe would be in charge of disabling the security systems, and Angela would help with gathering information on guard rotations and routines. Liz would take on the most difficult task- telling Randall and Matt the truth. She knew it wouldn’t be easy, but it was necessary. They deserved to know that they, too, were clones. But unlike her and Marcus, they weren’t built the same way. They didn’t have the same capabilities, the same resilience. That knowledge could break them, or it could make them stronger. As the days turned into a week, the tension within the group grew. Liz could feel it in every conversation, every sideways glance. They were all on edge, waiting for the moment when they could finally put their plan into action. Randall and M

The next few days were a whirlwind of covert activity. Liz, Marcus, and the rest of the group worked in silence, each of them fully aware of the gravity of their situation. Liz found herself spending more time with Randall and Matt, trying to gauge how they would react to the news she had yet to break to them. The air was thick with anticipation. She could see the tension in Randall’s shoulders, the way Matt’s foot tapped nervously against the floor. “There’s something we need to talk about,” Liz began, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her chest. Randall looked up, his brow furrowed. “This sounds serious. What’s going on, Liz?” Liz took a deep breath, glancing at Marcus, who gave her a small nod of encouragement. “We’ve been planning the escape for a while now, but there’s something you both need to know. The man we’re trying to free…there’s a chance he’s not human. Marcus thinks he might be a vampire.” The reaction was immediate. Randall’s eyes widened in shock, wh