We started our new lives surrounded by darkness. Cold. Frightened. We couldn't remember the lives we had before, not our parents, our friends, our siblings. It was all a blur.
"What happened?" Someone said, interrupting my thoughts. "I don't know, I can't remember anything." A female voice said, though, I couldn't tell who it was. "We're in a room," a boy said, as he put his hands on the wall, knocking once then twice. "It's made out of metal.." As I was about to speak the door opened, as someone turned on the light switch. I covered my eyes with my forearm, squinting. I looked up to see at young woman, blonde hair, and brown eyes. She was wearing a lab coat and holding a notebook. "Jacqueline?" She spoke, her voice was cold, sending shivers up at down my spine. A little girl stood up, I assumed her name was Jacqueline. Brown-eyes took her hand guiding her outside the "box." As she walked out the door closed behind her. Then it was all silent again. I felt slightly tired, closing my eyes I felt into a black abyss of sleep.
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We're The Last Ones
ActionIt was all fine, their lives were as normal as they could be. But one mistake caused it to all burn in flames. They could never be the same, they weren't human anymore. They weren't free, they were enslaved. What could they have done to stop it?
