EUNEIROPHRENIA - tmr, minho

I - pilot

"YOU MAY NOT REALIZE IT BUT YOU'RE VERY IMPORTANT." Unfortunately, your trials have just begun. As you'll no doubt soon discover, not everyone agrees with our methods. Progress is slow. People are scared. It may be too late for us, for me. But not for you. The outside world awaits.

Remember... WICKED is good.«

Dr. Ava Paige's last words echoed through the room when, without warning, a sharp gunshot strangled everyone in the room. The sound cut through the tense silence, and Maria closed her eyes for a second, her mind not quite willing to really believe the gravity of the situation. She opened her eyes again, scanning the room, taking in the diverse reactions of the fellow survivors.

Alan's face was contorted in disgust, clearly disgusted of what the message contained. Cleo, who was standing in the corner, had turned pale, quite obviously fighting the nausea that threatened to overcome her. Julian did his best to maintain his tough facade, though his anxious eyes betrayed his feelings.

Nick, on the other hand, was openly angry. "These are the sticks who put us in that klank place? They deserved to die, stupid crackfaces!" he snarled.

"Stuff it, Nick," Alan hissed, trying to calm the situation. Nick merely rolled his eyes, unimpressed.

"Finch that, man," Nick said, kicking the table in frustration at the exchange. "They put us there to die, Alan! Can't you see that?" His voice was raised now, angry.

Rosa stepped between them, trying to defuse the tension, but before she could utter a word, the doors hissed open.

"I think that's our cue to leave," Julian said, his voice laced with worry. "I'm not liking any of this."

Cleo, her shyness momentarily overshadowed by her intelligence, nodded. "Yeah, I think we should leave," she agreed, her voice barely audible.

Nick, still fuming, shot a forced smile. "Well then, smartass, where exactly are we supposed to go? There's nowhere to go—we're trapped in this godforsaken place!" he yelled, kicking over a few nearby objects. The doors finally opened, flooding the room with blinding light.

Julian and Cleo, along with Maria, instinctively stepped aside to shield themselves from the harsh glare. "Uhh... Guys?" Alan's voice quivered as a group of masked men stormed into the room, each grabbing a member of the group and dragging them forcefully.

They were hauled out of the building into the glaring desert sun and thrown into a helicopter. Despite the less-than-calm nature of the scene, most of them kept eerily calm, though the tension was palpable.

The last of the masked men to climb into the helicopter and shut the door turned to them and ripped off his mask. "Relax, kid," he said to Alan, who had been bombarding him with questions. "I can't tell you much. But in a little while, everything will get better." Then he gave them his encouraging grin as they took off into the unknown, leaving more questions among them.

WORD COUNT: 562

i'll try to make the rest of the chapters way longer than that, dont worry. i just HATE writting the first chapters, they suck