Daffodils or White Doves

Today felt different, something I couldn't quite my finger on.

Things were off something in the air perhaps.

I walked to count and then to my sectioning to get tested, I sat down and once again saw the blonde man with that scar, he seemed to be everywhere now but I don't know why.

I found out yesterday that they were beginning to do more tests on babies and their development, if I ever felt any mercy towards the people who worked here, I didn't anymore.

Babies, innocent babies with no thoughts or ways to defend themselves.

The goal they had was to try and make humans stronger, more durable under certain conditions.

Perhaps this dreadful feeling was just in my mind, after knowing what unforgivable actions were occurring.

I didn't care about my body too much at the moment so I just allowed the man to do whatever he pleased.