2453. Sammy drearily opened her eyes for the first time in 248 years, every muscle in her body aching, her vocal cords struggling to make a sound as the freezing air stung her already numb digits.
"G-god...where? W-what?"
She looked around, her mind buzzing with memories for the first time in centuries. The room was anything but expansive, every inch painted with rusts and molds that crept into every crack of the neglected passage. Stumbling to the ground, she gasped for air, frantically trying to flex her now seemingly unfamiliar muscles. After some struggle, she pushed her face up off the ground and leaned her back against the decaying wall, "Oh god, it's all coming back like a sick dream..."
2205, 9:27 PM. Sammy could feel a cold fear course through her veins as the lachrymose procession of people filed through the broken, war-torn streets of once peaceful Chesspeak, Michigan; the vault seemed to loom in the distance as she and several other kids, some as young as thirteen, gloomily marched down the snowy road to their inevitable demise. She slipped off her hoodie and closed her eyes, the cold viciously tore at her arms; she didn't mind though, she could barely feel this pain, not after she had been hurt so badly... This pain was not the kind that could leach into her very core and damage her soul, the kind she had felt in spades every second of her life for days, or weeks, or months, she had stopped counting them when she realized they didn't matter to her anymore.
She would never forget her, she would NEVER forget her.
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