I wake up on something metal, with a thick atmosphere clouding my thoughts. Struggling, I manage to pull myself into a sitting position.
What I see doesn’t make sense. Metal. A metal box. Somehow, I’ve gotten myself into a metal box. In the very center of it, actually. And as I look down I realize the clothes on my skin are not familiar. In fact, nothing seems to be familiar. I can’t remember anything past waking up.
After I glance over the black jumpsuit I have on, my eyes switch over to my wrist, which is currently holding a hospital band. At least, that’s what it looks like. I squint at the tiny object and pull at it with my free hand, but it doesn’t budge. Strange, since it looks no thicker than paper.
I decide to get to my feet. Maybe once I’m able to stand I’ll remember what’s going on.
No such luck. If anything, my mind feels more scrambled than ever.
“Hello?” I ask, surprised by the sound of my own voice. I take a tentative step forward and speak again. “Is anyone there?”
My own echo is the only response I get back. I keep waiting, expecting something to happen, but after my own words are gone, silence is the only thing to greet my ears.
I can feel my hands shaking as I try to keep calm. My teeth begin franticly chewing on my lower lip, which is quivering as much as I am.
“Hello?” I ask again, my voice breaking this time. When no one answers I take a few steps backwards, feeling for the walls. They meet my hands too quickly, falling in on my head. The whole room shrinks, the atmosphere growing so unbearable, I can’t breathe.
And then all hell breaks loose.
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