We had been training for this moment since the apocalypse.

    Two years il y a a killer disease criss crossed the world. This disease killed people almost instantly. The people who were diagnosed died in a few horribly painful hours. Only a handful people survived. My twin sister, Victoria and I were one of those few people. Sadly, even our parents died of this disease. We were only twelve when it happened and I remember our parents begging on their deathbeds that we get the vaccine. The doctors would only give us the vaccine, not our parents.

    We have planned every movement down to the minute.
    
    Victoria and I ran up to the hole in the ground that was the entrance to the lab that had created and released the disease. Why they released the disease we don’t know. That is one of the reasons we have decided to go into this lab, to find out why our parents and the other people died.

    “Umm… Alice…. Do toi ever think that maybe this plan is a bad idea?” Victoria says in a low, quite voice.

    “You don’t want to know what happed to our parents. What about all those innocent people who died? What about those kids, and their parents? Do toi want them to die in vain? Do you!” I started to cry. “What about Mom and Dad? What if par doing this we can learn why they had to die.”

    “No! I don’t want that... sorry… I guess I’m just nervous I will forget something. Then we would also be dead.”
    
    This lab was supposed to have twelve levels under ground. We were to jump down to floor eleven taking everyone we could with us. Once we got down to the ninth floor we were supposed to jump through the window and go down to floor eleven on foot.

We opened the hatch and jumped in at the same time. All part of the plan, be constantly identical. It isn’t so hard since we are identical twins. We both grabbed our Sable knives that we found just two weeks after we were left all alone. Free falling to our deaths is nothing new to us. As I a dit before we have practiced every movement. As the floors raced par us I started to have seconde thoughts. Third floor, are we making a mistake? Fourth floor, to late to turn back. Fifth floor, we won’t come out of this alive. I have to stop seconde guessing myself. The floors are now speeding par at an amazingly fast speed. People stared out of the full glass windows as they raced down the stairs.

Ha! Try to see them catch up with us! Both of our chin length blonde hair looked like it had never been touched par this wind, Strange; now that I think about it I don’t feel any wind at all Even though we were racing down the circular tunnel carved out of this fortress. What was it with these people? Racing around with their white lab coats licking their heels, plotting how to kill people, making sure that there is no air flow, what next?