[2.5] White Room

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A white room, she woke up in a white room. Her head turned achingly to look around, trays of medical equipment scattered.

"Welcome back Isadora." A man stood at the end of the room near the door. "My name is Janson." The smile never left his face. Slowly, Isa sat up.

"Where am I?"

"You're with Wicked, you are extraordinary Isadora. It's to my knowledge that you've received some of your memories." She nodded at him. "We want to know why. You may help us find a cure for the flare virus Isadora."
"I don't want to help you."
"You have no choice in that Isadora. Once you attempted to betray us you became a test subject. I presume you know Ava Paige?" She nodded, he smiled before leaving the room, not long after he left Ava walked in.

"Isadora." Her alone made her angry. "You've completed the maze trials. I'm not sure what you remember but you must be very confused, angry, frightened. Everything we've done has been for a reason." With trying to stand up she realized that her arms were in restraints. Ava smiled once she noticed her struggle. You sick bastard. "The sun has scorched our word, billions of lives lost to fire, fammon, suffering on a global scale. The fallout was unimaginable. What came after was worse, we called it the flare. A deadly virus that attacks the brain. It is violent, unpredictable, incurable, or so we thought. A new generation emerged that could survive the virus, suddenly there was a new reason to hope for a cure. Finding it would not be easy. The young would be tested, maybe sacrificed inside harsh environments where their brain activity could be studied. All in an effort to understand what makes them different. What makes you different. You are very important. Not everyone agrees without methods, progress is slow, people are scared. Isadora, Wicked is good."

"I won't help you." She laughed. Sadistic witch.

"Guards will be in here to take you to a new room, more comfortable, less scalpels. The restraints stay on." Her heels clicked as she walked out of the ground. I can't stay here.

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