Prologue // Intro
The room smells sterile. I groan as a sharp piercing noise echoes throughout my head. It sounds as if I was inside a clock with the constant ticking replaced by the constant banging of a mallet. I sit up and hold my head when my brain feels as if it’s banging against the wall of my skull. Slowly, I open my eyes, but recognize nothing around me. Where am I?
Looking around, I try to find some familiar object or person, but in the end find nothing that sparks a memory. The room is light blue with dark blue tiles throughout the floor and taking up half of the walls. In the corner, there’s a clipboard hanging on a nail, and a pen hanging next to it. I’m sitting on an experimental table. There is a tray of utensils on my left, and lights, lots of them. Other than the tray and the table in the room, it’s completely empty. I jump off the table and fall to the ground, my legs no longer having any feel. Groaning, I force myself up, using my hands and the table to keep me balanced. My arms ache and the banging in my head keeps getting louder and harder. The constant throbbing causes me to fall to my knees, but I let out another groan as I force myself to my feet, the pain unbearable.
I stagger as I walk towards the door, now realizing the strange black dots coming from the corner of my eye. What is that? I walk over to the clipboard, my legs strengthening with each step. Once I finally arrive, I lean against the wall, forcing my hand up to pull the clipboard down and into my grasp. I hold the clipboard in front of my face and stare at it. The words which appear on it are incomprehensible, each weird sign different from the next. I drop the clipboard on the floor, my body having no energy to place it back on the nail sticking out of the wall. I stagger over to the door and force it open, my wrist feeling robotic. Walking out, I find myself in a seemingly never-ending hallway. Groaning, I walk back into my room, the bright lights worsening my headache. I force myself over to the tray by the table and take a random tool and place it in my pocket. I take another and walk back to the door and jab it into the lock, damaging it. That should keep it stuck for awhile. There’s a strange voice in my head, and my body follows it, not knowing the source. I lean against a wall and hold my head as another message rings throughout my brain.
They’re coming soon; run!
I don’t know how! I feel like yelling but I know my headache will worsen. I search the room for any signs of a secret pathway, but find nothing. The darkness around the corners of my eyes are expanding to cover up more of my eyesight. Suddenly I get a rush throughout my body and jerk up, walking to the wall facing the table I was previously on and punching it. The wall shatters like glass. My hand has no scratches.
On the other side of the broken wall is a city straight out of a painting. As I take in the view, I hear the door handle struggling to open. Quickly I look down, it looks as if I’m on the second floor. As the door forces itself open, every inch of my body tells me to jump, and I do.
I close my eyes knowing the effects of gravity, but slowly open my eyes when I don’t feel a crush at my feet. My hands and feet are stuck to the wall, leaving me hanging on the side of a white bricked wall. I hear yelling as the room fills up with people and I look below my feet, I’m one story down. Slowly, I remove my right hand from the wall and place it under where it was before and it stays. This is how I’ll get down. I do the same with my left hand and my feet. When I reach the bottom, I look up and see three people resembling scientists. They yell and before I have time to process what they said, I run.
An alarm goes off in the distance, but I keep running, the pain in my legs and my head no longer having any meaning. I look behind me and I realize I’m being chased by two large men, dressed in a yellow collared shirt and black pants. In their hands, they’re carrying strange guns which I’ve never seen before. One of them point their gun at me and pull the trigger. I prepare to dodge whatever bullet would come from the nozzle, but instead my head throbs more. The dots coming from the corners of my eyes take over my vision and my legs lock as I fall to the floor.
What happened to me?