This Reality

1: The Room

I wake up in the room. The room, the room. I can't quite see the room, or anything that's in it, but I know that I am in the room.

Everything hurts, but at the same time everything feels numb. My head pounds and my limbs tingle, as if being pricked with a thousand pins. It's strange and rather unpleasant. I don't like it.

I think of the people I know. Three, at most. I don't have any idea of their gender, age, personality or appearance. I just remember the one with the silver necklace, the one with the gold gun, and the one who knows the password.

I can't remember much of what happened at all. I remember seeing a lot of white, glowing and hazy and dream-like. A bit like in movies, when characters die, the screen fades to white and it stays white for a bit and you know that the character has died. At least, I think anyway. We don't have movies where I come from. We only have reality. Anything fictional is forbidden by the Leaders. They don't allow any fantasy worlds or any unreal people. They think that anything made up is a threat to this reality. They say that we all just have to accept that there is only one reality, this reality.

My brain's giving up soon. My subconscious will take over. Your subconscious probably can't do that, but mine can. And it will, because my brain has given up.