Kim was sitting in her cell. She could not really call it a room, since you are free to walk out of your room whenever you want to. She had not imagined that the CDC project would be like this. She had imagined that she would construct a haven, actually construct it, and not just do endless amounts of blueprints. She sighed, just as she finished her eighteenth blueprint. By now she had constructed an entire city, a city, that needed no external energy, nor food, at least so long everyone did their part.

She stretched in her chair as she looked at her monitor, before she glanced towards the intercom. Another day of silence. Kim did not mind too much though, it let her work without being drugged or disturbed. She cleaned and cooked herself, so it was not a huge issue, but it was starting to get a little lonely. Sure, she had her work, and her books to read. However, her food was running out, and that was a concern. She was smart enough to just eat enough to sustain her just in case things went to hell here as well. She had started doing that after the Chicago incident. 

Kim had been placing food that lasted a longer time in the bathroom, the only place she was sure there was no cameras in. She had quite the storage in there. She had been quite vocal when she was recruited and placed in the room that the bathroom was off-limits, that she needed it for her work. They had not agreed the first time, or rather the first month. But after she placed her blueprints everywhere in the room, on the floor and on the walls, they had reluctantly left it alone. They knew she'd be pissed if they touched her blueprints, they were fragile after all, on tracing paper so that she could copy the blueprints, which she was doing slowly.

She had been amazed that her hiding places had worked. In the back of the toilet, under blueprints, but the important part was that they had worked. She went into the bathroom and took stock of how much she had. "Hmm....enough for a month if used scarcely..." she thought aloud as she was doing her business. She then took a longer shower, getting dressed in underwear and a silken robe, her normal attire. She had stopped bothering with getting properly dressed after the first two months, no one came to visit anyway. The only 'visitor' she had, was that same guard that had told her about Chicago.

Kim had become friends with the guard, Allan was his name. Or rather, started chatting again. They had been friends in high school, and someone she had dated once upon a time. He had been the only reason her bathroom had been left alone, convincing his supervisors to leave her alone, knowing what she's like. "Too bad he's not allowed in here....he was a great partner..." she murmured as she recalled his face. But sex was not everything in a relationship, so she had dumped him after a year, or was it two? She could not recall any longer.

She sighed loudly as she plopped down onto the bed. She needed a good shag, male or female did not matter to her. She had gone a year without one. It had not been that bad early on, but now.... She sighed once again, pleasing herself bad become so damn boring after a year's time. After only laying on the bed for half an hour, she once again got up and sat at her computer. It did not have any internet connection, but it had a few games, tonnes of music, and her programs she required to do her work, she also had a printer. The printer could only print A4 papers though, so she had to print multiple papers and then trace them onto a bigger tracing paper, then she could use a big paper to trace it onto that one.

Kim started drawing on a new blueprint when she heard a distinct [i]click[/i]. She turned around and stared at the door. It was open.... Kim was puzzled but stood up and walked towards the door. She opened it slightly just in time to hear a gunshot. "Fuck!" left her lips before she could stop herself and closed the door so that just one eye was looking out from her cell. [i]"What the heck am I going to do!?"[/i] she thought as she stared at the scene unfolding outside of her cell.

She watched the 'guard' get tackled and beaten down and inside of her, she cheered at this. Others were coming out from their rooms. There was many still alive she saw. Kim slowly creaked the door open and stuck her face out just in time to see a book being flung towards one of the men. Kim quickly shifted her balance to her left side, however, the door was lighter than what it looked like and it opened up and Kim fell, just as one of the men said that everyone should stay still.

"Ouch....." she said and rubbed her elbow where it had hit the floor, some blood coming out from it. Kim looked towards the others and quickly said. "Don't shoot, I'm not infected! Just....clumsy..." she said and chuckled before standing up. She quickly readjusted her robes so that they were not showing her underwear and licked her elbow two times and then rubbed the saliva into the wound before she took a piece of cloth and wrapped it around her elbow. "So....wazzaup guys?" she asked in an attempt to lighten the mood slightly.