RanTub Pt.1

Chapter 2

April 9th, 3240. . .

It's been about 24 hours, according to a holographic clock on the wall, since I have been dragged to this room. Food had been delivered via a small compartment that opens from the wall. The room itself is simple. A bed, desk, and dresser adorn the small, white room. A bathroom door rests in the corner but I have yet to take a shower. I don't trust this place so I would rather die than do anything here. Although I would not want to disappoint my family by leaving without a fight. I haven't eaten the food on account that it might be poison but the shower doesn't seem that bad. I won't trust the food until I really feel like I need to eat.

I sigh as I get up from my perch on the bed. I open the top drawer of the dresser and pull out the plain white clothes that have been provided. "Might as well get clean..." I say the air around me. I walk to the bathroom and turn on the shower to let it heat up. I take off my dirty rags of clothing and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Scars are scattered across my body, indications of the hard 6 years that have come from the invasion. I finish undressing and tentatively step into the shower. I shiver as the warm water rains down on my bruised, sore skin. I continue my shower in pleasant silence.

I spend about 30 minutes in the shower just basking in the warmth. I drop my dirty clothes down the chute labeled 'Dirty Laundry' and brush my tangled hair with the provided hair brush. I leave the bathroom and sit on the bed again feeling refreshed after the shower. I look around the room in boredom and a small chute opens up next to the desk and some drawing supplies drops from it. "Might as well take this chance to draw..." I mumble as I get up and pick up the supplies. I sit down at the desk and draw for a few hours. Every time that the paper runs out, more drops from the chute allowing me to continue drawing. I hum a soft melody that my mum used to sing to me when I was just a child.

I stretch as I finish my 23rd drawing. The food for tonight had arrived a few minutes ago and I was deeply hungry. I huff at my growling stomach and get up to retrieve the food. The food was just ordinary fruits, veggies, and meat but it tasted rather good. Better than the food I have made. I start to feel drowsy as I continue to eat the food. "Subject 420 is now ready for testing." A robotic voice says over the intercom above my head.

Fuck. . .