waking up in unfamiliarness

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It all started in the future im not exactly sure when. It's  kind of hard to remember when it started its also hard to remember when it ended guess maby ill remember as the story goes on. I was sitting there in a recliner watching the ceiling fan as it spun round to fast for my eyes to perceive. Reminds me of how the days and even years proceeding this would go by as well. For a good time the humming sound of the fans tiny electric motor was all that accompanied my thought's of lonlyness and sarrow. then as I began to hear the soft thuming of foot steps approaching my direction I decided quickly sort out my story from the previous night. I had  broken the law(However this did not look like prison or at least any i've seen) in a druken stuper I had found a dead body laying in an alley way in a puddle of blood. I thought it was a joke. bodys had been tuning up all over the city but I was to drunk to think of that at the time. Fliping him over I saw his rib cage ripped open several of his organs missing. I saw somthing sinny inside upon trying to retrieve it from the rib cage (as any drunk man would do). I throw up all over him it was just every where in his rib cage, his hair, in the blood, on the few spar organs surrounding me, and on the shiny thing. The scene was now equal parts his blood and my vomit. After that I past out and woke up in this room. This room with white walls in this recliner. I have barely moved since I awoke ten minutes or so ago. All i have done is check my pocket's i'm in new cloths and as I suspected there was nothing in the pocket's. After looking around I realizedThere's no purpose in moving at this time there is only one way out I see to get out and that is through a metal door. There is no escape further more there is no reson for me to wast my energy moving especially since I have a hangover.

After another second the foot steps stopped outside of my door. Heard keys rattling then somthing was inserted into the lock. Then the door swug open reveling a man that took up most of the door way he was about an inch or so shorter than the door and maybe a half-inch from the door fram on each side. his feature's were very distinct and chiseled in the light of the room. His voice was low as he spoke "get up your coming with me Robert Harb". How did he know my name was the first thought that came out of my mouth. He replied in the same indifferent tone "you'll find out".

Seeing that this is not the kind of man you want mad at you(he's huge) I obeyed. We walked down the hall me in front. I tryed to start up a conversation but he was being very unconversational not answering any of my futher questions. At the end of the hallway was a small flight of stairs I was instructed to go up with them by a man I now believe must be related to Ted Bundy. He was so unconversational and rude. After a brief climb up the steps I came into a room the door closed behind me probably closed by Ted Bundy's cousin( I belive thats who he is). I was standing on a circular platform that looked as if it moved.

And sure enough the platform started spinning and going upwards as well. At the top i was greated by a man who looked to be at least seventy. He stood infront of the only visable doorway. I approached him he held out a glass of water and told me to drink it. I was so thursty I didn't even think before I drank it. Then he told me to pass through the door. It was at this point I heard a loud exsplosion followed by a shaking of the ground. The old man fell on the ground. I stayed up, while falling the old man was yelling "Holy fucking shit that ground is quickly aproaching my face" In the most posh accent you can yell holly fucking shit in. Then he was on the ground. After the shaking stoped. I went to make sure he was ok. With a little help he stood up picked up his tray and said"What in Mary poppens undergarments was that". He told me he will enter with me then he and the others would explain what is happening. when i asked what others and what was happening he ignored me and reached for the door handle. Knowing what I do now I wish I could have stayed in that room and spent the rest of my days there. However that was not what fate had in store for me.









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