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Honey shifted slightly, her body sinking deeper into the plush surface of her bed. Uncomfortable with her new position, she chose to roll onto her side, resting her head on her folded arms. Once settled, she suppressed a shiver as a cool gush of air swept over her. She blindly reached for her covers, seeking warmth..but felt nothing. She sleepily cracked her eyes open in search for her blankets, but instead of seeing the glowing illumination from her neon sign she saw...white.
Everywhere.
She blinked a few times, attempting to clear her groggy haze. She peeled her eyes open, sluggishly lifting her head from her arms.
She froze.
Her eyes landed on the first thing that came into her view which happened to be shut glass doors, leading to an unfamiliar kitchen. The kitchen looked more like some kind of a makeshift lab or workshop. She caught glimpses of unknown equipment she had never seen before and other things she recognized enough to put a name on. Such as the numerous tube connected tanks, utensils and scales littering the counters.
On the stovetops were pots bubbling over with strange liquids, emanating clouds of wispy smoke. Individuals clothed in full body protective gear took turns stirring, examining and moving the substances into different areas of the lab out of her line of sight.
Where the hell am I?
Honey swallowed down the frigid panic bubbling in her throat at the unfamiliarity of her surroundings and focused on keeping a clear head. Her eyes roamed over a fraction of the room she could see from this angle, taking note of the discolored couch she currently laid on. To her left were windows covered with sheets of aluminum foil or some sort of metallic wrapping paper. Her ears perked up at the distance sound of a television and shuffling footfalls, tilting her in the direction of the noise.
With everything she picked up on, paired with surface level information she acquired from television, books and rap songs. She concluded without a shadow of doubt that she was in a trap house or a drug residence.
The real question was how did she get herself here?
She wrinkled her nose at the whiff of strong chemical odors emitting from the makeshift lab nearby, internally gagging. I can't get distracted. I have to stay focused on getting out of here. I don't know what kinda people come in and out of this place or who I might run to..but I don't want to stick around to find out. She concentrated on pushing herself upright into sitting position on the sofa, with the intention of investigating the rest of her environment she was in when....
Suddenly, her chest sporadically convulsed in fear.
Relax.. relax..relax..I just have to relax and think rationally. Honey couldn't be deterred by fear like she always was. Her flight or fight instincts were on high alert, but she had to subdue them and be smart. She couldn't walk into harm's way when she didn't have the upper hand.
