It did not take long until it was Chris' turn in the chair. He winced at the sight of the needle nearing his skin. The doctor gripped his arm while an assistant held his shoulders, as Chris had a tendency to jump and squirm in a moment of pain. He yelped as the needle broke the skin; battling the urge to cry, he tried to focused on other things but his mind kept coming back to the needle. Chris remembered every injection, every second of pain as the black liquid poured into his veins. From the very beginning, he knew they made a mistake when choosing him; he wasn't enough to handle the responsibility of being 'special' -at least that's what the doctors called them. Even Chris's side effect served little use unless there was a large body of water around with debris containing salvageable supplies. Now he was stuck; unable to turn back now as his body -much like the other experiments- were dependent on the injections.<br/><br/>"We're done, Christopher," the doctor said, withdrawing the needle and releasing his arm. The assistant patted the boy's shoulder as she left to resume another task. Before getting up again, Chris sat gathering his breath, wiping the tears from his hot cheeks as he had lost that fight. With a sigh he pushed himself from his seat and followed the others until another bunker.<br/><br/>Throughout her injection, Wendla struck up a conversation with her doctor, it was the only time she was civil to the people in white coats. It distracted her and eased her fear that a doctor in a bad mood might purposely make the injection even more painful for her than it already is. At the best of times she didn't trust the white coats; it was a significance of power, a power they had over everyone at the camp. She played nice as the needle released it's advancing poison but left with a scowl.<br/><br/>The experiments all gathered in the neighbouring bunker. There the white coats split them into teams and gave each a list and a location. Wendla rolled her eyes as she was assigned to her group. A bunch of kids who couldn't tell their ass from their elbow, she thought to herself. On the other side of the room, Chris simply made himself small as he was assigned into his group. He didn't know what think about them, most experiments refused to talk to him as he often made mistakes on the missions. He understood their decision, he couldn't even bring himself to dislike them, after all no one wanted to be stuck with the screw up.<br/><br/>Before allowing the experiments to depart the white coats went through protocol once more and took the opportunity to check for any immediate dangerous side effects from the injections. One girl had an allergic reaction to the new formula and was whisked off for invasive action. Wendla pitied the girl yet envied her; the good news would be that the girl would be off the needles for about a week, which was also the bad news.