I was laid across a table and one of the scientists pulled out a needle. "No thanks doc," I muttered, "I got my vaccines already."<br/><br/>"This isn't a vaccine." The one who shocked me snickered. Clearly he was going to enjoy the next step.<br/><br/>"Damn." I muttered, "Next time I'll just take the guys with bullets. At least then I'd know what is going in to me." I hardly finished my comment before the needle injected whatever was inside it into my arm.<br/><br/>I would compare the pain to having my skin torn off, my humorous removed, and then replaced with a baseball bat that beat the inside of my arm. In short, it was painful. "Damn it!" I yelled in pain. I was too weak to walk, so they carried me back to my cage and threw me in. That moment was the closest I'd gotten to crying in years. The pain didn't stop, no, it kept going. The baseball bat was now injecting fire ants into my system, and they were biting and burning my insides. I resisted passing out for as long as I could, but eventually my brain took over, and I slowly drifted into unconsciousness.