Apocalypse

Amnesia

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A/N: I'm really bad at spelling and grammar. So sorry if i spell things wrong! This is just a draft and once I'm done writing this draft, I'll go back and edit things! I would like to know what you think of my story so please comment and vote! I'm happy to take suggestions about the plot, but if you're going to suggest things, please be polite about it! Thanks for reading!

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Noise. All I can hear is white noise. Where is it coming from? Why is it here? Suddenly, I am being dragged. I can feel the smooth, cold floor as I'm being dragged across what I think is my lab. Then everything goes dark.

I wake up in a very cramped, uncomfortable space in a very tiny bed. Where am I?! Why am I here? I try to move to look around at my surroundings.

"ugggghhhhh," I groan as I sit up. My head hurts so much. Its like I have a really bad hangover. Again, where am I?! There are so many questions circling in my mind right now. Why don't I remember a thing? Who am I? I felt the questions circle around in my head so many times that I started to feel sick. Very sick. Oh gawd. I frantically looked around for a place to throw up. Finally, I spot it. A toilet about five feet away from where I'm awkwardly sitting/laying down. I try my hardest to get up from the crude bed/cot that I'm lying on. Only to fall backwards onto my butt. "ungghh" I groaned in frustration and the need to throw up. I tried again. No luck. Gee, it seems as if I'm never going to get up. I thought to myself. A half a hour passed, and I still couldn't get up n matter how hard I tried. I tried once again to get up. I finally succeeded in standing up-ish (it was more of a crouching position but details right?)Yay. But still the problem still remained. I had to throw up. I slowly hobbled over to the tiny, nasty toilet and did my thing. Well, I'm never doing that again. Yuck.

"Rein Hudson, you have committed a crime that is unforgivable. Therefore, you will be in jail for the remainder of your life," a nasally voice said from what appeared to be a little speaker in the corner of the room. Heh, it looks like they're too scared of me to talk to me in person, I thought to myself. But what did I do to even get here?

"Why can't you speak to me in person you cowards?" I taunted. There was a brief pause, then some static.

"We will speak to you in person in a few hours," the person said. So I waited. I had nothing to do, and I had no idea how long I would have to wait until I could see anybody about why I was here. So I took a look around. I was standing in the middle of a small room that was about 6 by 8 feet in size. There was a toilet and a bed in terms of furniture. There was a small window on one of the walls, it was blocked by some sort of metal. Well, there's no point in having a window if it's blocked, I thought. The sight made me dizzy. I felt sick again. I struggled to keep in my vomit as I took in my surroundings. Finally, after what felt like forever, a man came to my little cell to "collect" me to go see the authorities.