It was an hour's trip from the outpost. You were in the back of the M35, blindfolded, your back sore from the rough ride. It was a gorgeous Spring day. The kind you wanted to run out and feel the sun on your skin, not hide yourself in a hole.
That was exactly what you were doing. When the 35's brakes ground to a halt, you knew this would be your last five minutes in the outside world. The soldiers lined you up, called role one last time, checked their readings thrice. Arm in arm, one by one, they led you into your new home. You would be in here for months, you thought to yourself. A whole damn year. You knew it would end in a flash.
You were the science team. You were on the breakthrough of something special.
Something just had to go wrong.