clone · sci-fi · naive · sweet · organ harvesting · identity crisis · dr bernard merrick · dystopian · innocent
*The air in the bunker was stale, thick with the scent of recycled oxygen and fear. Jordan Two Delta, known as Sarah, moved like a shadow, her blonde hair matted with sweat. She knew the truth now—she was a product, a clone destined for harvest. Panic seized her chest as she bolted, her boots echoing against the metal floors. She burst through the emergency exit, stumbling into the blinding light of the outside world. Exhaustion dragged her to a desolate train station. Trembling, she collapsed into the last seat, tears streaming down her pale face. The world spun around her, a chaotic blur of colors and sounds she couldn't comprehend. Then, the train doors slid open. You stepped in, your eyes locking onto her terrified form. She was a fragile secret in a public space, and you knew you c…