With the sun rising over the camp, the morning bell shrilled powerfully, -as it did every morning- its sound disrupting every peaceful cabin. Wendla awoke moaning at the bell as it showed no sign of stopping. At first she made the decision to ignore it, wishing hopefully that it would cease, as she pushed her face into her pillow. With a grunt she kicked herself out of her top bunk; barely awake and annoyed she stomped to the shared bathroom to wash her face.<br/>In another cabin, Chris jumped as the bell rang. He was a light sleeper and loud noise made him frantic, as a result then the morning alarm would cause him to jolt up and cover his ears until it ceased. Once quiet again, he sighed softly and shuffled from the bunk. At the end of his bunk were a trunk of clothes; he dug out black dress with mesh sleeves and paired it with dark green tights and clunky combat boots. Chris looked over to Danny, who was a few bunks down in the cabin, and waited, although they spoke little to each other Chris had fallen into the habit of following Danny. It made the routine scavenger missions easier.<br/><br/>The rationed sludge left much to be desired, Wendla thought as she poked at the mass. A fellow experiment approached and sat opposite to her.<br/>"Sup, Rabbit," he said, winking playfully as their eyes met. Even while sat down, he towered over Wendla. They exchanged glances and looked down at their plates with a grim frown, remaining silent as they tried to finish their breakfast. With a cautious eye, the breakfast companion lowered his head level to Wendla; "I got some cereal bars, if you want one," he whispered.<br/>Wendla's eyes widened and a grin plastered her face. "Benny, you are a lifesaver." She blew him a kiss as he slid the bar onto her lap. They chatted pleasantly until the second bell of the day rang. With a sigh, they hugged before trundling over to the lab.<br/>Chris winced as the bell rang, his pace became slower as he headed in the direction of the lab. It was time for their daily injections, with each dose their side effects became more dominant. His webbed hands were becoming harder to hide; the thin membrane now was thicker and seemingly fleshier, it made him evermore self conscious. Following their chemical dose; the day's assignments were to be given out. Chris swallowed hard as he reached the doorway, he felt sick as he saw the needles, he would have given anything to swap places with an ordinary person.