Syringe The syringe was enormous, pistol-shaped and well-padded in its metal holder. Jane’s heart stopped at the sight of it. There was no way—no way that thing was meant for them.Syringe by Marian-ette
Jeremy removed his phone from his back pocket. It was vibrating. His eyes met Jane’s as he flipped it open and switched the sound to speaker mode.
A woman’s voice, crisp and calculating: “Load the vile into the syringe and inject yourself.”
“W-wait, what’s in it?”
“The syringe contains an experimental hard drug. The cargo hold is not pressurized. The injections will lower your heart rate, reducing your need for oxygen. You’ll have a 92% chance of survival. Do it now, or you will suffocate.”
Jane felt the blood drain from her face. She shook her head. There was no way.
Jeremy lifted the syringe to his arm without hesitation. Jane gap
|More Journal Entries|