Mr. Mead got a deep, horrific feeling in his gut, as he and the car approached a mountain, Mr. Mead felt like he’d just been dropped off the side of it. Where is this research center located? He thought he might as well be sent off to the infinite unknown on a rocket ship to find this research center. “Get out,” the car shouts, as it props its door open. Leonard cautiously advanced out of the car. He waved to it in an apprehensive manner, as it drove off into the misty, foggy distance, leaving a cloudy trail of dirt. He looked around for a sight of any buildings, nothing. All of a sudden, someone or something grabbed his arms and dragged him away. “Excuse me!” he shouted. He tried to wiggle out of their grasp, but could only seem to move his legs. They started trekking up the rocky mountain, dragging Mr. Mead behind them. In the fleet of this climb, Mr. Mead caught one glimpse of the people taking him. Two men dressed in blank white suits, carelessly dragging him up the mountain. They were silent, but rough with their limp bodies. Mr. Mead awoke on the hike up the mountain, at that point, he bashed his head on a rock in the middle of the path and cold blood dripped down his