2215 (discontinued until further notice)

Chapter 7

The Year: 2215

Jasmine's POV

I feel a pounding headache when I wake up, and a strange abdominal feeling that is probably coming from the whole 'getting shot' fiasco. I try to move my fingers and toes a little, just to see whether or not I am paralyzed. Only tiny little twitches occur when I do but it's a good thing; it means I have hands and feet that work.

The thing that I am lying on feel sort and it seems to give a bit underneath my weight because it comes up over my legs and arms. I try to open my eyes next but it takes a lot of willpower and energy to do so. My eyes became slits first and eventually they open far enough to show where I am.

I am in the same room that I came into when I was shot, same monitors and same complete and utter cleanliness. I wanted to get up because I felt like I had been asleep for a really long time but I knew that because opening my eyes was hard enough, this was going to be one hell of a tiring ordeal.

I'd say it takes about an hour for me to fully get up and onto the ground beside the pod thingy. When I do though, I see I am not alone. A hulking guy is on the floor, the dying embers if a fire beside him.

He looks tanned and muscular, his muscles showing despite the leather jacket he has on. His light-brown hair is shaggy but doesn't look that dirty. I look down at him curiously, wondering what a guy is doing sleeping on the floor next to a scientific capsule used for who knows what.

The guy turns over in his sleep, mumbling softly. I take a step back in fear, thinking that he is about to wake up and do some of the things that were done to me before the shootout. Not knowing the full layout of the room, I bump into something that makes a loud crash when it falls on the floor.

I turn around and see what I made fall over and I frown in confusion for it looks like some sort of monitor that you use to check heart rate except a thousand times more advanced.

"Urntay arodunway!"

I slowly turn around but quickly scramble back at who I see. It was the sleeping man that I must have woken up when I knocked over the monitor. My back touches the wall and I curse silently at backing myself into such a position.I hold out my arms out and try to stop him from moving any closer to me, a few traitorous tears trailing down my cheeks.

"Please don't hurt me, please, please just let me go," I cry.

Confusion replaces fear when he smiles then puts the knife he was holding onto the ground and slowly takes a seat. I tilt my head and slowly let my arms fall from their horizontal position.

He starts riffling through a bag that I didn't notice before, pulling out a can and a plastic spoon.

"Bribing the girl with food I see," I chuckle.

He looks up from the food and cocks his head, confusion on his face.

"Are you even going to say your name?" I ask him. I shrug when he doesn't answer.

He holds out the can to me once he has finished opening it and gestures for me to take it. I shake my head replying how it could be poisoned. He looks at me confused once more.

"Oh, I see. You don't speak the same language. That clears things up," I say to myself, knowing that he wouldn't be able to understand me. I am curious to why he doesn't know English though, but I guess he could be from any sort of culture considering that I can't see him too well in the half-light.

He shrugs in turmoil and holds out the food again. I shake my head and points from him to the food, trying to send him the message: "Poisonous or not?"

He nods his head in confirmation that he got the message and takes the spoon and uses it to take a mouthful of the food. He holds it out to me and this time I take it, wasting no time to try and get it all into my system. I haven't had good food the entire time I was at the lab. They either gave us the scraps from whatever they ate or they made us something that honestly tasted like glue.

I moan in pleasure as the food hits my tastebuds, "Best food I have ever tasted." I finish the food quickly and the guy looks surprised at how fast I ate it. He frowns when he looks at me again and starts going through his bag again. He holds out a pair of black pants and light-grey shirt, both look way too big for me but I take them anyway, grateful to have anything but the clothes that I am currently wearing on.

I shoo him out of the room when he doesn't move because:

I can't understand him

He's a guy and I'm a girl

I don't know who the hell he is

When he's gone and the door closed behind him, I put the clothes on the floor and take of the blood stained tunic. I take a minute to inspect my stomach, expecting to see some sort of scar from the bullet, but all I see is my belly button and the rest of my stomach. Apparently science has advanced enough that they can erase scars.

The clothes, as I predicted, were big but they were comfy. I strike a pose, thinking how badass I must look. I smile at the feel of fresh and clean clothes, not covered in my sweat and blood, and make my way to the door the guy went through that leads back to where Matt and Phillip's corpses are.

When I open the door, I am surprised with what I see. Debris and broken concrete lay along the once pristine floor. The blood stained corpses that I thought would be lying on the ground have been replaced by skeletons wrapped in scraps of cloth. My blood leaves a trail to where the makeshift surgery was done and the door where the gunman came in is rotten and in pieces.

Mystery guy is standing a little to my right, inspecting one of the monitors that the scientists used to check my bodily status. He pulls out some sort of device and hold it in-front of the computer, and, after a couple of seconds, sighs and re-pockets the device.

I walk over to him and pick up the computer that he put on the ground and turn it on. After a little bit of twiddling, I get the computer to turn on so I hand it back to a very surprised guy.

I smile at him and he glances at me before taking out the device again. He holds it up and this time he nods and smiles back at me.

He pauses for a minute, to think I'm guessing, and looks at me.

He points to himself, "Peeta." He points to me and I grin.

"Jasmine," I say copying him.

He smiles back. He gestures for me to follow him and I go with him to a dusty spot in the middle of the room. He bends down and starts drawing in it. The picture comes out with a picture of something similar to an apple and a bunch of other food items. He looks at me and raises his hands in a questioning gesture.

I nod and walk over to the hidden door that leads underground. I turn around and make sure he is following me before opening the door and going to the hidden area.