Stranded in the Snow (Male Human Reader x Murder Drones)

Chapter 3: Confrontation

(The next night)

Well piss. Now what the hell do I do? I just had a near death experience with a murder drone! They're probably looking for me now, looking to interrogate me or something. I don't know man, I'm still trying to figure out what happened here.

I lose myself in my thoughts, thinking about the past.

Wait... what's going on?

Why...?

Why can't I remember my childhood?

"Oh shit." I say aloud.

I must have hit my head harder than I thought when I crashlanded. I can't remember anything before...

The manor?

That was a few years back, I used to occasionally go to parties with my family to the Elliots'.

I hung out with a few worker drones, and a young girl.

What were their names?

Oh my god.

Is this what amnesia is?

Wow. This is quite the predicament. I have forgotten just enough to be impactful but retained just enough to realize and be able to comprehend it.

This sucks.

Luckily for me, my mom was a nurse, and I loved to listen to her stories from work. I remember her talking about having to treat a trauma patient who woke up with amnesia. Luckily for him, amnesia is generally temporary if it comes from trauma.

I am PRAYING that this is no different.

But all I can do is wait. So instead I focus on other things for the time being. For example:

My sleep schedule is borked. It's official. I've become a night owl. I don't think I've ever seen the sunrise on this planet. Scratch that. I haven't seen the sunrise on this planet. I remember seeing somewhere online that it takes 10-14 days to fully adapt to a new sleep cycle. I've already slept through a few days, so I may as well keep up the trend to stay well rested.

I get up and do the routine. Wash up, eat, stretch, etc. It's almost like I'm back on the ship!

This place isn't so bad. Humanity left behind a decent amount of resources that I assume the drones that were left didn't really need. For example, heat! Floor 6 of this building is the only floor with a functioning heater. That's where I've been staying all this time. Walking up 6 flights of stairs is a good daily workout in my opinion. Besides, the elevator is not functional.

I'm not really sure where to go from here to be honest. The only place of interest I know of is that spire... and you are insane if you think I'm EVER going back there. Maybe I should just keep to myself. Keep a low profile, yknow? Nah. What's the point in being surrounded by mystery if I can't at least attempt to solve it?

"Another day, another dollar." I say to myself.

I would have 4 dollars if that were the case, which isn't a lot but it's crazy that I've managed to survive for 4 days. Or nights. Whatever.

I go to walk outside and-

WHOOOOSH

It's a raging blizzard out there. Zero chance of any progress being made today.

"Whoof! I have 4/5 senses now." I chuckle to myself as it temporarily felt like I was numb all over.

Yeah so that's not happening. Crap. What am I supposed to do now?