by Elliot Gaynon
The storage room was silent, except for the occasional nervous intake of breath. A woman cowered in the shadows, behind a group of metal crates.
What have we done?
She struggled to maintain a sob as a bead of sweat trickled past her temple and dripped onto the blood stained floor.
What have we created?
Taking a deep breath, she raised her head slightly, peering over the edge of one of the crates.