Ursula Ayame

Contaminate

The hum of an alarm raced down and back through the long dimly lit hall. The light circled along the walls on each side illuminating the gray padded landscape. They sat up steadying themselves with both hands, looking down at a lukewarm puddle of scarlet liquid. With dirt lined fingernails they traced their temple until promptly coming across a fresh gash, lined with cold metal staples pulling the skin together.