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The alarms have gone off, there is panic everywhere. There are people randomly running about, trying to find a way out of this hell that is now a quarantined zone. While you never see it directly you know that people are getting picked off, as the panic slowly dies down and the hallways are getting emptier with each passing minute. Yet you keep wandering through the hallways unharmed, wondering what it will be that will end your miserable life. That is when you bump into her.

You recognize her instantly, the statue that everyone calls 173. Remembering the rules you keep your eyes open, as you slowly shuffle to the far away airlock. The air is foggy, your eyes start itching and your body wants to blink. Yet you force yourself to keep your eyes open and to keep walking. Soon you reach the airlock, but your eyes are now plainly hurting. Your body screams for a quick blink, a quick blink to fix that ache.

Giving in to the itching and the aching you quickly blink once, only to find her right in front of you. You can clearly see her features now, her curves, perky breasts and a cold emotionless gaze towards you. She is like a blossoming flower, albeit a very toxic one. Your itching eyes quickly bring you back to reality, and you have to force them open as you use your hands to look for the override behind you.

A loud screeching buzz sounds, and your courage, dreams and hopes sink to your shoes. This is one of the quarantined airlocks, it will never open. As you quickly start thinking of a way out, while forcing your eyes open you are starting to realize the futility of your situation. Giving a quick prayer you decide to surrender to your fate and simply close your eyes.

You instantly feel cool arms close around your back, pulling you in a tight hug. You open your eyes in surprise, looking directly at her. As you gaze into her eyes, the last thing you hear as you are about to faint is her whispering:

“I caught you, you are mine now.”