HUNTED-Chapter 422: Research Centre (2)

Keira woke in a daze, staring up at a white tiled ceiling high above. After meeting the meathead Carter and the mad scientist, she vaguely remembered slipping in and out of consciousness. She’d been fighting hard against the drugs, but what little she remembered wasn’t worth anything—just snippets of being taken from one room to another and being tossed onto the bed like a discarded toy.

She flicked her gaze across the room, but Carter and the mad scientist weren’t in it. They really had left her there, and not restrained like before. Sure, her mind was still a little foggy, and her body was definitely weak. Was their security that good?

Furrowing her brow and mustering enough strength from her otherwise heavy body, Keira jumped out of bed and flopped out of bed. The white room spun around as she realised her ’jump’ was not as successful as she thought. Her legs were still on the bed, and her body and arms were on the ground.

Alright, maybe the pints of blood removed from her body did affect her more than she realised. This wasn’t the time to mope or get annoyed by her lack of strength right now. She needed to figure a way out of this place.

With a heavy breath, Keira dragged her feet from the bed and pushed up from the tiled floor. There was a loud swooshing sound and quick footsteps getting closer to her. Keira scrambled to the corner of the room, putting her back to the wall and arms up ready for a fight, as weak as the pose was, and watched as a masked woman skittered off through a white door that slid shut.

That was odd. The mask was like some sort of helmet, and she was dressed all in black. From what little Keira observed in that very brief interaction, she had at least one pistol on the side of her hip.

The woman had also left a tray of food on the bed. On the tray was a mixture of foods, mainly for breakfast, cooked meat, scrambled eggs, toast, some grapes and banana on the side, along with a croissant and a small jar of jam with a glass of water, orange juice and a cup of black coffee.

Keira stared at it, her stomach rumbling and her mouth suddenly feeling a little dry. Perhaps she hadn’t realised how thirsty she felt before seeing the tray of food. The tray of food that was on a grand double bed—nothing like what she was expecting after first waking up in that hospital-like room.

Now that she was standing up, a little uneasy on her feet, Keira assessed her surroundings. The masked woman had exited through the door on the far end. On the side of this overly bright white painted room, there was an electronic slab, one that had a button and what looked like a spot where a fob would be used to enter and exit the room.

Did the woman use a card or anything? She’d snuck in so quickly while Keira was in her state on the ground that she didn’t see whether the woman used a card or not. Before checking to see if there was a way to exit the room, she assessed it further.

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It was spacious. Unlike anything she expected for a ’mutt’ that was taken and most likely will be experimented on—or maybe that’s why she had this room because she had to be in the best condition for the experiments? A shiver trickled down her spine at the idea of it.

Although her mum didn’t like to mention her time in the Hunter’s compounds when she had been kidnapped, she still told her children about it so they understood how these people thought.

Keira and her siblings had been brought up in luxury and mostly without worrying about external dangers because of all the security which was why they hadn’t really come cross those that disliked supernatural beings.

Keira was pretty sure her older siblings had more experience with this now since they left the pack territory a lot- a lot in Amerie’s and Koa’s case. The first because of her photoshoots and the like, and the latter for his missions as a warrior helping where he could. But from her mum’s stories, she remembered the cells she’d first been put in and then later transferred into a nice room.

It was probably that sort of situation. The more Keira looked around this plain, large room, the more she realised that was likely the case. There was a camera in the top corner of the room, a sofa in front of the bed with a coffee table. Another door that Keira presumed was to a bathroom. Surprisingly, there was a TV mounted on the wall.

Keira finally pushed away from the wall, her thoughts swirling with possibilities. They’d left her a tray of food; it could either have some drug in it, or they might wait until she’d recovered a little more first before doing anything more to her. Either way, she didn’t know how long it would be until someone entered this room again.

On slightly wobbly legs, she turned, noting there was no window, and any lights were on the bottom and top parts of the wall and the main light in the middle of the high ceiling. She stopped at the door and pressed the button. Nothing happened, as she suspected. So there was only one way in and out of the room, no window to try and break and a surveillance camera to keep an eye on her.

It was a pretty stupid idea to put objects in the room that could be used as weapons, though—the TV and sofa. Upon closer inspection and attempting to move the TV, Keira realised it was pretty much embedded into the wall. She rushed to the sofa, but it wouldn’t budge.

She released a long breath, trying to recalculate. There had to be a way out.