It's the year 2038 and a deadly virus has consumed the world for more than 14 years.
In Denmark, an unknown politician took it upon himself to create a safe space from the infected. As long as you abide by the 8 Obligations, you are allowed to live...
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Groaning, I open my eyes. Everything is blurred. My head Is aching and the skin on my shoulder, neck and the right side of my face is covered in a thick layer of what feels like hardened glue. I try to focus my eyes again, but I can't see anything excepts for blurred darkness.
My body is aching, and I can hardly move. Suddenly a metallic noise fills the room, and a voice speaks.
"I think he is awake."
Footsteps echoes. Then nothing.
"I think you are right. Hey, are you there? Are you conscious?" I groan as the voice digs into my brain and sends sharps spikes of pain into my skull. "I take that as a yes. Call one of the servants."
The metallic sound echoes through the room again and then everything is silent again. What a bliss. Unfortunately, not all that long.
A door shrieks and light footsteps approaches me. A bucket is sat down in front of me, and I can see the outline of what I think is a woman.
"Please, lay still. I'll wash this blood of you."
Blood? Is it blood? Why am I covered in blood? Suddenly it dawns on me, I don't know where I am, what have happened, and I don't even remember who I am...
The clod cloth against my skin feels soothing as she gently washes off the clotted blood.
"You are lucky... You haven't turned yet..."
Turned? I don't know what she is talking about. I want to ask, but my throat is hoarse, and no word comes out when I try. Instead, I begin sobbing. I don't know why; I just can't stop.
"Shhhh... Please be quiet sir... Or they'll punish us both..."
I try to stop, but I can't... I don't know who I am... who am I?
"Quiet down in there!" The door slams open and suddenly the woman is yanked away from me. "Get out!"
The guy kicks me in the gut as he leaves. It knocks the wind out of me, and everything goes dark...
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"... don't understand... are you sure..."
Someone is whispering a few feet away from me, but I can't see anyone. I can barely hear them. I'm drifting in and out of consciousness.
"... maybe he is... we need... check him again..."
Someone kneels beside me. I don't have the energy to keep my eyes open. They touch my shoulder and I groan. Its sore...
