THE RED DYAD

Wake Up

 Cold. Hard. Wet. Ice.

The faint smell of metal, paired with the overwhelming sense of doom and trouble struck my senses. All I can see is black – an epitome of darkness. My eyelids feel as heavy as a rock as I struggle to open them. A part of me, my inner gut, tells me to keep them closed and continue into this darkness. If I am not dead yet, then I must be okay where I am, and opening my eyes will only cause me to panic.

That is until I hear an ear piercing swoosh, of what sounds like an enormous ship speeding so fast and so close to me that droplets of blood start to drop down my pounding ears.

In this instant my eyes shoot open and I begin to take in my surroundings.

Wherever the hell I am, it is covered in ice. Slippery, cold, wet, hard fucking ice. The ship that nearly burst my eardrum is only a few feet away. I struggle to rise to my feet when the blast door to the ship opens and out comes several robots wearing all black and white uniforms. They don't look very intimidating with their clunky armor and oversized guns, but I am not about to risk my life on this foreign planet anymore, anyways.

There is an overwhelming burning sensation on my right leg and when I look down, I realize I must have have gotten frostbite from laying down in the snow for so long.

I'm only wearing a black skirt and a ripped black top- no wonder I am fucking freezing and frost bitten. This is when I start to panic.

How the fuck did I get here? Who are these robotic people and how the hell am I going to get back home?

Where even is home? I realize now that my memory has been completely wiped. I am aware of my age, I know relatively where I have come from and I know my name, but nothing else. I cannot remember what I did last, how I got here, who/where any of my family is, or anything else.

My breath begins to quicken and shorten as I quickly recognize all of this. My head is pounding so fiercely I feel like it may explode. My flight or fight responses take over me as I bob my head around nearly 365 degrees, searching for some kind of shelter.

I find a clearing straight ahead to the left, surrounded by some forestry. The ice is more melted at this part and I am hoping to just rest my leg on something that isn't burningly cold.

Before I begin my run, I see more and more robots fleeting out of this ship. Where the hell are they going? Am I in some kind of trouble?

Just then a blast goes off to the left of me.

I realize this is some sort of battle. A war. And I am dumbly right in the middle of it.