A Collection of Stories

Far From Home

Waking up under medical lights wasn't on my agenda. No Sirry-Bob, that's not what I want with my life. But I could've lived waking up from those lights if I were in a hospital. That's not what happened to me though. I woke up surrounded by odd people, all at least seven and a half feet tall. I felt short, and as a female standing 5"9', that's not something I usually expierienced. To say I was scared is an understatement to exponential extents. These people were staring at me as though they were behold into a brunette woman for the first time. I  could sense them saying "Oooh.... Brown hair. I have never seen anyone of slightly taller than average height with this pigment in their hair before." I mean, these people were watching me as though I were a fish living in a desert. Studying them more carefully, I realized the strange clothing that they were wearing, and the lack of clothing I had on. Only a thin sheet covered me, and I realized how cold I was. I opened my mouth to speak, but my throat was sore, and I could only make a rasping noise. One man watched me struggle, and began to speak to the man next to him. "I think it is trying to communicate with us, but does not understand how to interact." The man beside him chuckled lightly, "No, Benj, she knows language. Her throat is hoarse from disuse." 

Did the idiots not realize that I could hear their every word? I mean, I'm not the brightest lightbulb in the room, but I'm certainly not stupid. I swallowed forcefully, and managed to speak, "Where am I?"

The chuckling man studied my face a moment before answering, as though deciding how much to tell me. "You are safe, and located in the States of Armashon, at the finest medical facility in the country."

I pushed myself up, struggling to sit, "What? That doesn't exist. Where-where-" Mr. Chuckles  cut me off, and pushed me back down gently.

"Calm down. Tell me, what is the last thing you remember?"

I searched my mind, "I was cold. I was lost and cold."

The man nodded and turned to the people behind him, and they exchanged a knowing look. 

"Let's just check to see how well you remember things. What year do you believe it to be? What's your name? And where do you live?"

I looked up at him, confused and scared, "It's 2016. My name is Natalie, and I live in Juneau, Alaska."

Chuckles nodded, pursing his lips. "I'm sorry Natalie, but this is year 3093, and the United States doesn't exist. The human race no longer occupies the earth. We do."

I shook my head, willing him to be wrong. This wasn't right. I would wake up soon enough. This is wrong.

The man continued to speak, "We are technically your same species. We can mate with humans, but the last one died of Small Pox one hundred years ago. That is the cost of biologically warfare. You are a lucky find: a human, literally frozen in time, with immunities to nearly every known human disease. My name is Rhett, and I am a doctor. You are my patient, and also my experiment."

I've never credited myself with being over dramatic or emotional, but as soon as Rhett was down speaking, I lost it. I don't even remember what happened. All I recall is waking up again, aware of my surroundings, over a thousand years from home, with restraints holding me down.

A thousand years from home, surrounded by strangers, confused by everything, and really needing to itch my nose, I cried for my dead friends and family, for my country, my species, and my humanity.

-Green

Alrighty, I believe it's time for Blue to write next. I hope y'all enjoyed this, and commenting/voting is not frowned upon. Thanks!