She stared at him as the ‘dinner’ alarm went off then and Sharp pushed her away from him, waiting for her feet to steady before saying, “Go eat, I’ll meet you tonight- when your room ‘bunkies’ are asleep.” Nodding absentmindedly, Sharp left her with a warning. “I mean it Elizabeth, eat.” Liz forced her food down for she had lost her appetite, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew she would need her strength for what Sharp was about to tell her. They had gills? Should she tell her friends what they were, now or when she had more information? Tomorrow, she’ll tell them…hopefully she would have processed her being dead by then. This must be a sick joke- or maybe she’s asleep. This is a nightmare- pinching herself proved she was awake when the pain scorched her flesh. Gills? How does that work because she remembers how much she dislikes water with depth. Touching her faded scars- no gills he said. How far did science reach...was that the reason for the apocalypse- science study? A surge

After an unrestful night, and still undecided, Liz held back in telling her friends the truth, a bit. She figured she might ease it in…day by day …perhaps weeks? It took another day to settle that it took three months to create a clone replica and that she’d died and died and died again. Just why had her clones attempted to escape from here really? Is it what Sharp had said- that they’d been confused when awaked with the assault of memories? Was this place friend or foe? The next morning Liv signed up for garden duty because she needed to eat. That’s it…at least until she gathered her bearings and figured out her place here. Who knows maybe they might need her skillset, elsewhere. It was a good tactic done by Bio Lab- ensure everyone works for better production but limit food as it is now the most important thing after survival. Matt and Randall followed her example although they still whined about being out in the field- the wrong field that is, but less. More food has a wa