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All that Peter could feel as he came to was pain.
Trying and failing to open his eyes, he felt around his surroundings, feeling a smooth surface (he suspected to be glass) as he struggled not to choke on the substance that seemed to be oozing out of everywhere.
Peter banged on the glass, gently at first, then a full on pounding, trying to break it.
One of the particularly hard bangs made the glass Crack and he had to refrain from sighing in relief, not wanting to risk opening his mouth and breathe in the substance.
As the glass finally broke, Peter gasped in an attempt to breath, choking in air as he fell to the ground.
Reaching out his hands on reflex, he hit hard, cold, stone ground grunting as he heard at least one of his ribs crack on impact, glad that his hands had prevented him from breaking his nose. Although he might have sprained one of his wrists, well that was later peters problem. Peter's problem right now was to find out where he was. What was he doing before waking up here?? He couldn't remember right now so he tucked all his questions away in his mind, deciding that that was ALSO later Peter's problem.
Sighing, he decided that it was time to get up. Wincing as he accidentally put his weight on his bad wrist, he stood up. And suddenly he was aware of the slight humming at the back of his head; his spidey sense. Looking around quickly, he found that no one was in the building, which was weird because his senses were growing even crazier by the moment.
As he was looking, he kept track of windows and doors that might work as an exit. Peter decided to check the site closest to him and move on from there.
The first door that he went through was a security room for the building, though they all seemed to be out of date? It must either be an out-dated workspace or an abandoned building. Witch really didn't give him any clues as to how he ended out here but whatever.
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The next two rooms were empty- so that only left two doors to be an exit the first of the two was the exit, but Peter could tell that he wasn't ready to open it yet (if the sent of blood was anything to give it away) plus, he was curious what could be in the last door.
There were thousands of things that Peter was expecting to be behind that door– but nothing could compare to what he saw. At least twenty of the tubes that Peter was in, with people aging from around three to forty. All dead. Peter began to shake as the truth settled in. He was the only one that had made it in this twisted experiment. That was the conclusion that he had made with the exploration of this building, it was a lab. And the people here were the experiments.