Publication date: March 5th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Science Fiction
Her name is Sarina Wocek. Her breath is poison. She was not born out of love.
Twenty-three years ago, government officials traced the budding epidemic of hemorrhagic fever HF186-2A in south Florida to the Wocek family and their adorable six-week-old daughter, Sarina. Her father, Gregory, admitted his role in genetically engineering a biological weapon with pride. She was taken to a lab hidden in a rural area of New Hampshire. She hasn’t left since.
Her government keepers could cure her, but they won’t. Genetically engineering a child to be a weapon of mass destruction, that’s unethical. Refining a weapon of mass destruction that someone else created? That’s just being clever.
After twenty-three years of captivity, she escapes. She crosses an ocean to put her father and the lab behind her, but it’s not enough. When she sees the first bleeding sore, she knows she didn’t leave the virus behind either.
The only way she’ll be free is by destroying every trace of the lab. She only has one advantage; she doesn’t care if she makes it out alive.
I’ve heard Nurse Rita grumble about my attractiveness before. A young Liv Tyler and I could be sisters, except that I have dark brown hair and dark green eyes. Not that it matters here. I’m not sure which part of my life she’s jealous of: the part where I am forced to be a lab animal, or the part where the lab hides its true plans for me.
In a few minutes they will wheel me into the operating room. Nurse Rita will hook me up to the EKG, leaning over more than necessary to stretch her uniform over her ass. Dr. Werham will put an IV in my left hand. When Dr. Werham is distracted with the nerve block, I will kink the IV line. When the nerve block is in place, I will press the line against the exposed tip of the earring in my sleeve. The liquid will dissolve the hard sugar-water mixture until the sedative flows to the cotton pads.
It’s taken years for me to get the process down, but the effort is worth it. The only time they speak honestly around me is when they think I’m not listening. They don’t want me to know what they’re doing to my body. They don’t want me to know they have a cure. The first time I tried to escape, I just wanted out. My second attempt will be for very different reasons.
I’ve overheard a lot since I figured out how to stay awake during minor surgeries. Engineering a child to be a weapon of mass destruction, that’s unethical. Refining a weapon of mass destruction that someone else created? That’s just being clever.
Her non-literary creations include: a robot to clean the bathroom tub, Zim and Gir costumes, No-Dig tomato stakes, StickFriend the bear bag hanger, and a burning coal costume so she could be Katniss for a night.