I woke in a blackened room, my head buzzing and my vision blurry. I sat up on what seemed to be a bed. Walls surrounded me. Then I realized, I don't know where I am. I don't know who I am. There was nothing. Nothing from before. Yet, I wasn't scared. I felt like I should be, but I was strangely calm.
The lights in the room slowly went up and my surroundings came into focus. The top of the bed I was on was in a niche in the wall. I slid off the side of the bed. I walked over to a closet at the end of the room passing by two doors. The closet seemed to be built into the wall. There were 4 drawers on the bottom that went up a quarter of the wall, two on top of each other. I opened each of them. There were clothes folded neatly in them. One held shirts, one had pants, one had undergarmets, and the last had pajamas. The rest of the closet was covered by a door with a square button in the middle at the bottom. I pressed it and the door sid upward into the ceiling. The closet was cut down the middle. On one side the we're dresses and coats hanging, with three pairs of shoes sitting under them. On the other side there were 3 shelves. A few books sat on the first open shelf along with some burnt clothes covered in blood, a watch, and some pocket change. The shelves above that were filled with towels, and toiletries. Something was off though. It took me a second to realize that everything was white. I turned and looked back at the bed. White. The sheets, white. The doors and walls, white. And so was everything on the closet. The clothes,the towels the shoes.
When I was finished looking through the closet I walked back to the doors. The first one I checked was locked. I pulled and pushed but it wouldn't open. The second one opened easily. Inside there was a shower, a toilet and a sink. They were all white as well. In fact the only thing in the whole room that wasn't was a mirror hanging above the sink and the blood stained clothes in the closet.
Looking in the mirror I didn't recognize myself. Waves of my dark brown hair were pulled back into a messy braid with tendrils falling in front of my face in curls. My eyes were bright green with a scar spanning down my left eyebrow. My skin was tan and I was wearing white clothes just like the ones in the closet. I leaned closer to the figure in the mirror. Still I wasn't familiar. Nothing was familiar.
Suddenly there was a knock on the locked door. A women walked in. She was wearing a dull grey suit. Her blond hair was back in a bun. She wore a bored expression on her face.
"Come with me please." She said in a voice full of authority.
"Where am I?" I whispered. My voice hoarse like I hadn't spoken in weeks. I wasn't sure how I knew to speak or how I knew what she was saying, but I was finally starting to get nervous. The calmness was leaving me in waves replacing itself with fear.
" You are in base 3." She said
"Who am I?"
" R20, now please follow me. Everything will be explained in due time." With that she spun on her heels and walked stiffly out the door. More questions floated in my head. What is base 3? Why am I here? What is going on? It was clear to me the only way to get the answers was to follow her, so walked slowly through the door. Into the light of a world I didn't know.
