You've been here for three days, after that discovery from your cellmate, you've opted to spend your days unsuspiciously wandering the corridors, you have yet to find a way to distract the White Coats, that was until you talked to your first agent, Agent McDarell. Well, talk was not the right for it, he sneaked you a note in your cell disguised as your medical report.
𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚁𝚎𝚍 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚜, 𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚘.
You were really sick of all this 'Hero' bullshit, you have a name y'know! What was it again?
[ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _] (A/N: It's a Y/N situation)
Right! Y/N! Gosh, you can't believe you'd forget your own name! Are you starting to lose it?
You'd really thing Agent McDarell would give you a name for the cellmate...
Doing your usual unsuspecting routine, wandering through the facility halls during Free Time, some 'prisoners' were confined to they're cells due to breaking a minor rule, more often of a rule being broke, getting into a fight, you've heard from a little birdy that some idiots decided to host a battle royale-esque match within facility premises, about 20 out of the current 177 cellmates were confined.
You pass by one of the cells, in the corner of your vision you see someone smoking a cigarette, you decide to take a shot and caught the guy's attention.
???: 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚢𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝...?
The guy slurred, he also reeked of alcohol, where in the fuck did he get alcohol? Maybe you can get a drink too.
» 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚐, 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊?
𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.
???: 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝙸 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎?
» 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.
𝚁𝚎𝚍 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚎? 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢?
You felt tempted to choose the second option but opted to act rational and chose the first one.
???: 𝙰𝚑𝚑, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍.
???: 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎'𝚜 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝.
» *𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎*
𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.
He sends you on your way, now to find how to get cigs...
As you round a corner, you hear voices down the corridor, you stop and hide behind the corner wall, listening in, in the facility there is no privacy.
???: 𝙸𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎...
???: 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢? 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝙰𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙸 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚑, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐...
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Not A Wasteland (A Lie) || Original
Genel KurguThese stories, written into script, are but aftermaths of what would've happened in fantasy, and everyone who steps into the fray, are the ones to bear witness. This is not a wasteland, I promise. [A COMPILATION OF SHORT ORIGINAL STORIES BY C.M]
