Officer David, a state trooper on Copper 9, lives with his father, a UN soldier, after his mother passed away tragically after a brutal head-on car accident. David lives a fairly boring life, not doing much except working, but has a decent personali...
AN: Before we begin, can SOMEONE please tell me what the ACTUAL FUCK these are supposed to be?!
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Micheal POV
I groaned and sat up, my head pounding. I groggily lifted my arm up, seeing the painful culprit still in my arm. I yanked the syringe out of my arm, casting it into the darkness of the hallway, where it shattered. I staggered to my feet, my rifle hanging loosely from the strap, the batteries in my flashlight fading fast. I cried out, a sudden, intense pain washing through my head and deep into the crevices of my mind. I slumped against the wall, bright lights flashing in front of me, and a high-pitched hum filled my ears. I groaned and tried to walk, only to fall to the floor. I dug my fingertips into my skull, trying in vain to relieve the pain. It felt as if my own skull was trying to split apart. I exhaled loudly, a bit of blood splattering out of my mouth and onto the floor, and looked up.
A worker drone stood casually in front of me, its yellow light casting an eery light. Its visor slightly glitched, and it seemed oblivious to my agony. "He-He-Hello new h...ost." It smiled creepily, and then it was all gone, the pain, the lights, the humming, even that creepy drone. I leapt to my feet, rifle at the ready, quickly whipping around. I grasped my face. 'Am I going insane?' I rubbed my head, suddenly spotting an odd discoloration in my forearm. "What the hell?" I looked it over; It was less than two inches wide, and less than an inch long. I shrugged it off. "What the hell was in that syringe, drugs?" No one answered, which was probably a good thing, all things considered. I pushed myself onwards towards the exit, suddenly spotting a large oil puddle on the floor. I stooped down, tracing my fingertip through the thick, black liquid. 'Still warm, must be fresh.' I stood back up, shining my light to eliminate the rest of the trail, which led down the hall and into a room further up.
