It was the restaurant district, yes,
but she was jogging rather than sampling. Felicia was worried, she
wanted to be ready to move, a few cohorts had been eliminated
recently. It's best to be ready, she believed.
Fat rendering
truck? She noted, 'I suppose.” It was in her path, stopping her.
There was a sharp pain and flash of light. She found herself being
stuffed into an opening on the truck by someone wearing blue
coveralls. “By the time we get back to the university, you'll be
flushed away as medical waste.”
Felicia realized
the tank was full of lye.
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