Taking a quiet step outside the room, she looked up and down the narrow corridor outside. Both ways looked exactly the same, the red emergency lighting flickering on and off along each way, and she took a left, creeping quietly along the scorched walls, avoiding the debris on the floor. She didn't know why she was being so cautious but she had a feeling it was the best approach. The next door on her left had been blown off, the room open to viewing. It was a bathroom, the first few stalls blown off into the wall, one mirror near the end surviving. She wondered, perhaps her reflection would help? Quietly moving among the broken cisterns and sinks, she stood in front of the dusty surface. With one wipe of her hand, she cleared enough to reveal a face. Wide, soft brown eyes stared back at her, confused, above a freckled cheeks. Even in the red light, she could tell her hair, long, past her waist, was a blondish colour, a blunt fringe cut in messily. She touched her face, her reflection tracing its finger along cupids bow lips and high cheek bones. She sighed, raising dust off the surfaces near by. Her reflection was like looking at a stranger, she was no closer to knowing any thing. Turning away, she left the bathroom and continued her way along the corridor. Other rooms appeared either side of her, but they held nothing useful. The corridor veered sharply to the right and she wondered if she would ever get out. The scorch marks on the side were lessening. The next room she came across, the door was still on the hinges, slightly ajar. Pushing it open gently, her heart began to race as she saw paper. Scrambling on the floor she saw they were personnel files, other people who had had similar enhancements to herself. The first one she came across had a photo attached, a photo of a stern looking man, buzz cut hair, looked to be early fifties. He was labelled One. Looking around, she gathered as much as she could and lay out the papers on the desk. She had found five of the files, two without photos. One seemed like the leader, and the information told her he had his brain enhanced. The files hadn't been completely untouched, only the top sheet had survived, and even then some of the information had been burnt slightly. File named Two had no photo, but the left eye had been enhanced, the subject a male, twenty three. The next file hadn't a photo either, but had Eight stamped at the top. His hand had been enhanced, but only one. The other two files both had photos, one of a thick necked man with a shaved head, Four. The other was a red head, Six. Arms and legs. She thought back to the remains she found in the first room she had awoken in and wondered if Four and Six had met their demise in this place. She touched the other sheets gently, wondering what happened to the others. Her eyes searched round the room, looking for anything she might of missed, almost passing over a piece of paper sticking out behind a broken desk. Moving swiftly across the room, she pulled the paper gently from its hiding place and took a sharp intake of breath. The photo paper clipped to the top smiled back at her. It was the same face she had seen in the mirror. It was her. Her heart sunk as she saw the state of the rest of the file. Most of it had been singed away, leaving just her name, her age and her enhancement. Number Ten. Katiyana. Age: 20. Enhancement: Left leg.

Katiyana

She shivered and looked around more frantically for more information, more on who she was. The name, the name had ignited something in her brain, but she felt like there was a block, a huge door, stopping her accessing the information. The room was clear of any other paper and she kicked a filing cabinet in frustration, with her left foot. The noise sent a metallic ringing through the room and out the door. Katiyana stopped still, holding her breath. Had she heard something after the ringing? She closed her eyes and listened. There it was again. It sounded like some one groaning, a shuffling, like some one dragging themselves along the floor. It sounded like it was getting closer and Katiyana's heart caught in her throat. Swiftly ducking behind the door, she peered through the crack, a tiny part of the corridor visible to her.