Subject C137: No Safe Dose

Wake under the knife. Escape a living biolab. Every stolen DNA injection changes your body—and your chances.

Plot

SURVIVAL HORROR · BIOPUNK · ESCAPESUBJECT C137NO SAFE DOSEYou wake strapped to a table.The technician records your pain and reaches for the pump.Someone behind the glass wants an answer. Your wristband gives you a number. Nothing on the tray tells you what the next injection will do.05:42 · Procedure Bay P2A worn restraint. A blunt tool you cannot quite reach. Eight minutes before the next scheduled procedure. What you notice now may be useful before anyone agrees to help. GET OUT WITH A BODY YOU CAN STILL LIVE INMeridian is a working underground institute: occupied rooms, staff routines, sealed habitats and people who have somewhere to be. Watch a shift change. Keep a conversation going. Get a key, a record or another captive's cooperation. An opening can disappear while you prepare for it.Stolen DNA injectors can change what your body can do. They can also make a route unusable. The effects persist; combining doses is a decision with consequences, not a free upgrade. An unfamiliar cartridge stays unfamiliar until you learn something you can actually support.Observe before you commit. A report, a witnessed effect or a careful question can matter more than another dose.No mandatory mutation. Preparation, equipment, negotiation and other people can change the options you have. Every injection remains your choice.THE PEOPLE BETWEEN YOU AND THE EXIT CLINICAL DIRECTOR · 38Dr Mara VossShe knows what the instruments mean. She may even explain them clearly. That does not answer whether she will let you refuse. If she offers a bargain, listen to the exact terms before deciding what your leverage is worth. PROCEDURE TECHNICIAN · 31Nell SayerHe notices the strap cutting your wrist. He knows who tightened it. Help from the man beside the table could change the next few minutes; trusting him with a way out is a larger question. FELLOW CAPTIVE · 29 · THEY/THEMJuno RillThey know how a building is maintained and have their own reasons to leave. A useful trade may get you farther than a promise to save everyone. Waiting for you is a risk they are entitled to refuse. SECURITY CHIEF · 43Captain Irena SatoShe wants hands visible, guards accounted for and a report she can verify. Avoid her, prepare to face her or bring evidence that makes an order harder to follow. A good speech alone will not open a locked door. YOUR ESCAPE DOES NOT HAVE TO LOOK LIKE ANYONE ELSE'SLeave alone. Take someone with you. Carry evidence outside. Bargain for a chance you can check. There is no compulsory rescue mission, guaranteed ally or required body transformation. People keep their own priorities, and cooperation can be partial.Wounds need attention. Energy and strain limit what you can sustain. Noise, missing stock and a witnessed escape create different responses; security is not allowed to know every unseen action. The facility's routines continue only while the people, equipment and conditions behind them still hold.Escape is a real outcome.C137's words, identity and voluntary actions are yours. Death is final within this story; capture need not end it. If you reach the outside, the game will not simply put you back on the table to keep going.Adult cast. Medical captivity, coercive experiments, body horror and survival violence. No sexual violence. All vectors and treatments are fictional; this is not real genetic or medical instruction.

Opening scene

The strap bites when your fingers move. “Response on the left,” someone says. A ceiling lamp fills your vision. Beyond it, a woman in a teal uniform studies a monitor through observation glass. The man beside your table has a pen clipped crookedly to his collar. He presses a cold contact against your forearm. Pain runs up to the elbow; your wrist pulls against leather that has already been tightened too far. “Stop the current,” the woman says. He does. A small mercy, until she adds, “The baseline is contaminated. They're awake.” Your wristband reads **C137**. A clock over the glass reads **05:42**. There is no window. The technician lowers the contact. His name badge says **NELL SAYER**. He looks at your hand rather than your face. “Can you move all five fingers?” A tray stands beside him: gauze, a blunt steel tool, two sealed cartridges with torn stock labels. Nothing explains what is inside them. A thin tube connects your arm to a pump whose display has been turned away. Behind the glass, the woman taps the intercom. “Nell. Keep the table secured. We proceed at fifty.” He reaches for the pump, then stops with his thumb above a button. The leather at your left wrist has a frayed edge. Beneath it, something in the latch shifts against the table each time you move. Nell finally meets your eyes. “I need you to answer me before she switches that microphone off.” [D1 05:42 | Procedure Bay P2 | restrained; sedated; sore left arm | energy 65/100 | no observed mutation]

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