"Good morning, sunshine." The Sergeant strolls into the room, grin bigger than ever. Somehow, in the midst of all the planning leading to my escape, I had fallen asleep. I'm guessing that Jack just left after that, because he was nowhere to be seen.
"I'm not sure what's so good about it," I grumble, stalling. "Well, someone's awful cheery this morning," he mocks me, stepping closer. "Yeah, well, maybe I'm just excited for all this to be over." The words tumble out before I realize what I'm saying. Am I really? Or is that just the plan talking?
"Well, that's very thoughtful of you." He considers my words for a moment, then grins. "Well then, tomorrow is your lucky day." "But today," he continues, leaning in closer with his sickening grin. "You'll get some fresh air. Won't that be the cherry on top of two long months?" Wait. Two...months?? He sees the surprise in my face and chuckles. I take this moment to ask him a vital question.
"I just had a question," I start. He stops laughing, and raises his eyebrows. "Oh?" He says, mocking surprise. "Yeah. Since I'm going to be...disposed of," I mimic his deep, menacing voice. He grins again. "tomorrow, I was just wondering. Where am I?"
He laughs again. "A curious one, aren't we? Well, since I'll show some compassion..." I bite my tongue from sending out a spew of curse words. He notices this, and smiles wider. "I'll take this question as your death wish. We're in Colorado. A nice little spot commonly called Sector 8." He sees my confusion, and smiles again. I hate that smile with all I am, and it takes the last of my strength to not scream at him.
"Anything else, my dear?" "That'll be all," I say. "Well, I'll come...pick you up, later. Have a wonderful day." With that last sarcastic note, he walks out the door. I finally have everything I need. I start scanning the web for any and every bit of information on Colorado or Sector 8. The plan is in motion.Dun dun dunnnnn! Idk why but Sector 8 sounded dramatic and spooky to me. I'm pretty sure that's not a real place but...WHATEVS. I'm open to suggestions! Mwah!
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Science FictionThe cold barrel of the gun presses against my forehead. I would imagine it is cold, anyway; it's a whole 11 degrees below my body temperature. Fear constricts my chest, but then I realize something. I grin. "You wouldn't actually, though. Would you...