It was a few moments before the bell even rang that Danny opened his eyes. The blankets curled around his body in a strict fashion, he let his eyes adjust to the light that had dawned in from the windows. His hands immediately reached for his eyes where he rubbed them hard before he officially heard the sound to wake up. He didn't like being late, he didn't like being last, he wanted to be first and at least five minutes before time. He was quick to pull himself from the sheets, only to pull himself out of the bed and remake the sheets to perfect and pristine condition before he tightened up everything on his clothes. Opening the trunk at the end of his bed, he pulled out his folded clothes, boots, and socks for that day. Before anyone else could get dressed or see him, he was already dressed and ready to go with time on his side.<br/><br/>After relieving himself in the bathroom, brushing his teeth, and fixing everything that he liked it, he was ready to go, having seen Chris, looking frantic still from the sound in his dress, he was already heading toward the mess hall for the breakfast before anyone else in the camp would get up. Some were productive, others were lazy, despite his desire for no laziness in the camp. He pressed his lips together, filling up on what was served. He didn't mind, he found it nutritious, but was not going to complain about what he was given. He knew that people weren't able to really get their fill on the good stuff anymore. They get what they need for survival. And that was the nutritious sludge that now sat in his belly.<br/><br/>Lyla was already sitting up in her bed, legs crossed, and her hair tied back tight when the bell had rung. Having been up for about half hour now, she was not bothered by the sound. It was as if the wavelengths had touched her body before she was even able to respond to the sound. Her hands paused and the little trinkets from her trunk at the end of the bed ceased their ability to float and fell down on to the sheets.<br/><br/>It was time to get dressed.<br/><br/>She bit her cheek, watching other experiments that lived in the same cabin begin their morning routine. Some were groggy, others were happy to be alive another day, and some were unemotional to it all. She didn't know where exactly she fit into the categories. Dawning on the clothing that she usually wears, her trunk was exactly how she wanted it to be, with the clothes that she was able to salvage from different escapades in town. Clothing stores were always the last to be touched as no food or water was in there.<br/><br/>She pulled on tight fit jeans, and short enough that she could easily put them into her boots without the wrinkles around her calf area. inspecting in the mirror that she had expertly placed on the top of her trunk lid. Satisfied with the way they looked, she pulled on a long lace cover up and over her high end brand sports bra that would match with the outfit. It wasn't the best thing in the world, but it would do until she was able to go find some other clothing. Lacing up her boots, making sure they were snug fit and in the right place where she wouldn't get blisters, she walked over and fixed herself up in the bathroom.<br/><br/>It wasn't until she was done with picking at her food at the mess hall, she finally was walking with the group of experiments over to the lab. Those that weren't able to take the injections stared at them, watching their every move. Most times, Lyla wanted to pick them up and throw them outside of the wall facilities, but she knew she would be shot down for not using her abilities for the greater good of the people. That was their job, to protect who couldn't protect themselves anymore. Stepping inside, barely passing in front of Danny who didn't even react to the situation, he just simply looked at her.<br/><br/>Not everyone would get along either.<br/><br/>Standing inside of the room, hearing the same old speech about how they need to react after the injections if anything were to be different since they found something new that would improve everything. She rolled her eyes and heard a grumbling sound come from Danny standing behind her. It was as if he already knew her attitude. She shrugged her shoulders in response and looked ahead, being the first one to take the injection in the vein.<br/><br/>The ooze was thick and black. Almost like her blood when she was injured. She didn't like the feeling of the thick needle being pushed into her skin, but she knew it would help those that couldn't do it themselves. Biting her lip, the doctor paused, having known exactly what Lyla does right before he is to shove the metal in her body.<span style="text-decoration: underline">"Don't bite your cheek, Lyla, you're going to bleed out the injection, and you won't be able to control yourself like last time."</span>He said. Without hesitation, she released her cheek, gritting her teeth in another way to cope with the pain, but that was when she let herself ease in when the metal separated her skin layers to put the injection into the vein that was already coated in the stuff.<br/><br/>Now if the mess hall wasn't sludge, their injection liquid was.