Chapter 5—Lively Lively looks at his arm, bleeding, turning his shirt sleeve. Blood drips onto the floor. He grasps the wound, attempting to stop the bleeding. He walks around the dim area. He could have sworn he saw a medkit in the area. He looks around, on shelves, on the floor, but he couldn't find anything. Not even a strip of fabric. A trail of blood follows his movement, giving away his location if that hazmat creature were to come back. He walks, looking around frantically. He spots a rack of white coats. Labs coats. "What are these doing here?" He pulls one off the rack. He is about to rip off part of the sleeve when he sees a tag on the back of the collar. "What the... names?" He puts the coat back. He grabs another one and looks at the name. He goes through 7 coats before finding a name he recognized. Lively Manlter. His full name. "What the hell? I was never down here before." As he says that a vision flashes through his head. It was him, guiding two of the furry creatures quietly out of some sort of closed room. He realized something. He had been here before. He had just lost his memories. He rips off the sleeve of a lab coat, not his own, and wraps it tight around the wound, making sure it no longer bled. He grabbed his lab coat and put it on. It fit perfectly.
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