Nathan's POV
"There's no point. We already decided." I noticed Zane's confused stare at me.
"Nathan, don't even try." He started but I cut him off.
"It's too late for that." I once again declared.
"You did not! That posion." He whispered to himself.
"We drank it in the morning. After you left." Nevaeh explained. I checked my wrist watch to see the time.
"It's over Zane. This is all over." I respond to him and started walking to the house. Nevaeh followed me, leaving Zane behind the door.
I looked at the girl behind me, nodding my head to her. She sighed closing her eyes for a second, changing her destination to the left.
I kept walking straight, once we die Zane will get out of this house. I climbed the staircase longer than necessary, striding to my room. I pulled out the key and unlocked the door with no hesitation I closed it and locked from inside. Maybe it was a habit that I got from staying in this house.
I placed the notebook inside the same drawer I found the notebook or I should say knew were it was before taking it.
I glanced at the bed covered in white sheets. Leaving the curtains open I laid on the bed without taking of my shoes.
I glanced at the book I had on the night stand taking it into my hands. I stared at the hard cover for a minute or longer.
I moved my fingers against the name and decided that this will be the last book I get to read. My own story.
I wasn't sure what was the last sentence I read before my eyes closed, fingers letting go of unfinished book. My head fell to the side, looking like I'm only asleep.
05:26 pm.
Nathan L. C. Ashford - inactive.
Nevaeh Skylar - inactive.Zane's POV
I was sitting on the ground from the moment they left the room. Everything was ridiculous, how everything happened. People died.
Bodies were carried out but the blood still colored the floor, leaving evidence of the events that happened here.
I waited few hours or more, there were no clocks to check but I perfectly heard when some annoying song started to play. I rolled my eyes frustrated, what now? It better not be a song for my friend's death. I glanced up and noticed the screen was on and the male was sitting on the chair.
This really was interesting as the male hadn't spoken one word. He just sat there unmoving. The sound turned off, letting my ears have peace.
'I have to congratulate you. You won this game, isn't it thrilling to be the last survivor? I, myself wasn't expecting this ending, I really believed that two of you will be alive standing here. Then I would need to lock you inside this house forever but once again Nathan surprises me.'
While he was talking the door opened revealing one android. He was walking my way and I stood up.
'Bear with me. Don't worry this piece of work is not going to kill you. Zane, you are a smart man, I can't just let you see everything. It's not going to hurt at all.'
Artificial life grabbed my forearm and stuck the needle. The liquid inside the syringe entered my body, effect was almost instant as I lost my focus and fell unconcious.
24 hours later...
I woke up staring at the lime colored ceiling, I sat up slowly feeling my body was aching for moving an inch.
In front of me was a TV hung on the wall under it a chest of drawers of dark wood. On the right was a window with luxurious curtains covering the wall behind it. On the right was a wooden carved door with a design of a flower made by different sizes and shapes of fake diamond pieces.
Is this a hotel? I stood up from the bed noticing clothes hanging on one of the wardrobes door. While walking to look out the window in my peripheral vision I caught a piece of paper on the chest drawers. I stopped in my tracks and picked up the note.
'Dear Zane River,
I know you don't remember who you are but everything about you is written on this note. Your wallet is inside the first drawer of the nightstand on the left side of the bed. It was my pleasure knowing you and I hope we will never see one another again.Zane River.
Birth: 13 of January, 2010.
Age: 25
Blood type: AB+
Relationship: engaged Maria Violet.
Job: Detective
Address: ****************
Family: mother - Lawren River
Father - James River
Older brother - Ethan River.Have a wonderful life. Best wishes.
Your ex coworker'
I stared at the white sheet trying to remember about my life but nothing popped up. My name sounded right but that woman's name gave me questions.
I carried the note next to my clothes to put it in one of my jacket pockets. I strode up to the window and glanced around. It was 5th floor, the building was in front of a busy road. There were people passing by as if the hotel didn't exist or seen it too many times.
Without looking back, I stepped into the bathroom to take a shower.
Ten minutes later
Tightly holding the car key, walked around the parking lot to find the missing car. Technically it was only gone in my head as I couldn't say which color it was. Key was the evidence that it was Nissan, putting all effort into looking like a normal person I stalked around all the cars only glancing through peripheral vision. Painful hour later finely the mystery vehicle was found at the other side of the hotel.
Getting in the car I checked the gps, hoping to get some addresses to places I've been. To my annoyance there was nothing, could this mean I live in this city? But why was I in hotel? The co-worker. I'll have to figure out the event which happened to bring me to today. I wrote down the home address in my phone gps and got out of this place, surprised that home was three hours away.
Wonderful journey thinking to myself about my life I don't remember.
While driving one word was ringing in my head. Right. No not one word but two. Three rights. All this made me accept that I was involved into something huge, a thing which could lead humanity in danger. Or was it my mind trying to create ridiculous situations.
Not much time left.
It rang again.
5th of July, 2035.
The end.
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Unkillable
Mystery / ThrillerLocked in the mansion with only one way out doesn't sound so enjoyable as you are forced to kill each other to get out. It doesn't help either as you have no memory of your past life, which brought you to the murder house. Mess made from the actions...