Dr. Thomas felt a chill run down his spine as he approached the mortuary. He could hear the harsh female voices more clearly now, and the sound of screams grew louder as he got closer.
“Why do I feel like my daughters are screaming!”
Dr. Thomas knew he had to act fast. He looked around for a way to enter the mortuary and saw an old, rusty door. Without hesitation, he pushed it open and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, and he could barely see anything. But the stench of rotting flesh hit him hard, making him gag.
As he tried to adjust his eyes to the darkness, he saw shadows moving in the corner of his vision. He turned around and saw three women standing there. They were all wearing black robes and had their faces covered with masks.
The one in the middle spoke in a harsh voice, “Who are you, and what are you doing here?”
Dr. Thomas hesitated for a moment before answering, “I heard screams coming from here, and I thought my daughters might be in trouble.”
The woman laughed mockingly and said, “Your daughters are safe with us, doctor. They are our prized possessions.”
Dr. Thomas was taken aback by her words. “What do you mean? What have you done to my daughters?”
The woman smirked and said, “We have been experimenting on them. They are the first step in our plan to create the perfect human beings.”
Dr. Thomas was horrified by what he was hearing. He knew he had to do something to save his daughters. He tried to rush towards them, but the women blocked his way.
“You can’t go near them, doctor. They are contaminated. You might get infected,” the woman in the middle said.
Dr. Thomas knew he had to think fast. He remembered his training and quickly assessed the situation. He noticed a scalpel lying on the table nearby and grabbed it.