The first thing Olivia saw was the dusty metal of her prison cell. She had been to several prisons before, but had never seen one like this. The walls were a grey metallic colour with a smooth surface. The ceiling resembled that of a dome, as the walls connected and curved in.
Olivia couldn't say she was pleased to discover her existence would stretch forward a little further.
After Olivia had resurfaced from her shock regarding her survival, a new sensation rippled through her thoughts: curiosity.
She new she had been shot. She felt the entrance of the bullet. She hadn't hallucinated.
So why was she sitting against the wall of her new cell? Why was she breathing in the mildew smelling air that surrounded her? Why was she staring at the curved ceiling above her?
All these question floated around her head, ricocheting off the walls of her brain. With each second that passed, her questions increased, nurturing a small migraine that soon blossomed in the centre of her brain.
She lay down, expecting sleep to betray her, though was surprised when she drifted of with only a small amount of struggle.
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Escape
General FictionOlivia is just like any other girl. Almost. However Olivia and other girls are divided by one small detail: Olivia's touch slowly kills you, from the inside out. Olivia, being such a safety hazard, is captured by the government and locked in a stat...
