Wretched Dreams (Part One of the Coma series)

Chapter 10: 120 Years Ago

The bullet is coming right for my head, I try and force my body to move. I duck at the last second and see that there is a bullet hole above me. I stand up, not knowing what to do now, A man wearing a Vancouver Hockey Jersey asks me "What's your name, kid?" My name! my name!? I don't remember it. Same person "That's all right Eh, I can't remember mine either!" A man wearing a tuxedo, the one I heard talking while in the hall, says "None of us can." "We're all that's left." I turn to see the guy who shot me apologizing to me. I ask "What years is it?" Tux man again "It's 2130, Why you ask?" Holy Crap I had been in a coma for 120 years. But that raised questions, I wanted answers. I saw one hospital worker in the group of strangers with few exceptions, "Tell me" I said Tell me what happened." He was first being reluctant but after a while he softened up. "Okay" she said, "Well" "Uh" "Ever since the accident" "you were in a coma." She spoke again "What we didn't know as that somebody at the hospital had a new epidemic inside them, later named the tectonic." "Everyone there died except for us, and it spread and spread and spread." "The only reason we survived is because we had the disease we like to call nightmarephobia." The stimulus of our neural cells to the epidemic was incredible!" "It counteracted all viable growth hormones and aging capabilities, essentially we are all immortal form aging and epidemic deaths." "Wow!" I said, "but why was I locked in that morgue?" She answered "We thought you were dead, after you being in coma so long and after seeing what the world is when you woke up, your whole family dead, we didn't want to wake you up." "We put you there and thought nothing of it, now your here, tyour part of the anonymous." A person stands up Its a man, he says "About that family is dead fiasco, part of of its still alive, I'm Nya's Grandson, Jay." I raise an eyebrow, "Wow, Genetics." The Nurse speaks again "With you here we might have a shot at making a cure, you have the highest dose of syndrome here, you just need to donate some of your brain." "My what?" I say. She orders a couple of men "Grab him! Whatever we don't need for the cure we'll eat!" Hands grab me "HELP!"