I am sitting alone in a blank, white room. I have no idea why, or how I got here. I am afraid, but yet I am very curious at the same time. My hair has been pinned back into a bun, and I am dressed in hospital garb. The last that I remember doing, I was reading a book on my couch about mythical creatures and I had fallen asleep in the middle of a page about the Chupacabra . Now, I am sitting here, scared and waiting to see what will happen next. I look for any way possible to escape, but there are no windows, and the only door is locked tight. I know I am going to be here for a while, so I retreat to my own mind for comfort. After what felt like an eternity, I hear the door unlock. In through the door walks a very tall and muscular man. He is African American in race, and his face looks very aggressive. His large muscles look a little too big for the nurse outfit he is wearing. There is a small tattoo under his left arm and a scar right beside it. The tattoo is numbers so I figure it is the day he got the scar. Once I get done looking him over, I try and ask him what is going on. He just stays quiet and begins to walk towards me. I turn to run, but there is no place to run, and this large man is a lot faster than me. I struggle to get free, but this man has me pinned down firmly. He holds me down tightly and calls for another guy to come in the room. The next one to walk in is Caucasian. He walks over and pulls out a small syringe. He leans down beside me and I scream out in pain as he stabs my leg with the sharp needle. In the next moment, all of my limbs slowly start to go numb, and everything around me goes black.
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