[NO LONGER UPDATED] AVEM → A Different World

Chapter 6: Meeting Room A8

POV: Averyn

I woke up some time later, when I heard somebody in the room talking with hushed voices.

"...came from the neutral territories..."

"...a traumatic past..."

"...no traces of our enemy..."

"...send her away after recovery..."

"...let her join us or..."

"...should let #14373 decide..."

Are they talking about... me?

Possibly. Very possibly.

I tried to open my eye which was okay, and used a hand to lift myself up slightly, while being careful to not interrupt the speakers. The speakers both had their faces hidden with a black piece of cloth, and they were both hooded. One of them was shorter and she had something glowing a neon blue light in her hand, her voice high-pitched and clearly frightened or worried. The other was taller, and given their deep voice, they were much older than the woman.

"Sorry, but I have to go now, I have to meet up with rest of the Team now," said the taller person, "if you have any more questions, ask us when our meeting is over."

"C-can I ask one more question?" The woman asked with her panicky voice. "If she wakes up, w-what do I do? #86729 went to a medical meeting and she won't come back here until very late today! I don't know anything about medical stuff!"

"Calm yourself down, #19364. You know very well how to perform under situations. You are now our senior personnel and I expect you to act like one. You have worked here for more than 7 years, and overcame much more things like this through these years. I believe that you can resolve everything on your own. The Team put its fullest trust in you." The taller person put his words down before he turned around and headed out of the room, leaving the woman bewildered.

"If only I stayed quiet to #14373 this morning... there wouldn't be so much trouble now..." she put a hand on her forehead and stood still.

I wondered what she was talking about. Was I becoming a burden to them? I felt bad, even a little guilty, about being their problem. I didn't know who they were and whether I could trust them, but given the fact that their people had treated my wounds, they weren't bad people at least. Not like that they were as hostile as the Red Nexus squad. I shuddered at that thought, so I pushed it to the back of my head immediately.

Although, those people... strangely, they did not call each other by names, but instead they refer to each other by some strange numbers. That worried woman... #19364 I think. The medic who treated me earlier on... was it #86729? I wondered how they remembered so many numbers. My head already hurt a little remembering just a few digits. Given their numbers, there must have been thousands of people like this. And yet they were masked so they looked much or less the same on the outside. How in the world are they able to remember all these?

No, don't think too much. Think any more and you'll get dazed again.

Suddenly, another thought hit me.

Wait, did they have a common name? What was it again? The word on the card...?

The... Walkers?

"Any traces of our enemy?"

"Any traces of the Walkers?"

I gripped hard onto the bedsheet, trying to get rid of the memories, only ended up drowning in a deep void inside my head.