Seconds pass and the blowing wind suddenly stop, my ears pop and I open my eyes. The brightness of this mysterious room is blinding, no windows, doors or even corners, as if I'm in a limbo of whiteness. Seeing as I'm in a place of nothing, I take a step; feels like normal ground, I start off in no particular direction, walking in an endless tomb of white. About fifteen minutes pass and still nothing, "AGH!! C'mon!! What the hell!!" I sigh and break out in a sprint, running in what I declared as 'forward' since in this space of nothing, 'forward' is impossible to actually determine. "Lemme out of here-Oof!" I fall flat on my face suddenly, the wind slightly knocked out of me from the impact and colorful specs float around on the inside of my eyelids. "Ugh, damnet." I mutter under my breath; I sit up, my nose hurts, I must've slammed it against the ground pretty hard. I rub my eyes as the colorful spots fade and disappear.
"Holy shit, dude. Why'd you take off like that? Ya know if you do that in the wrong crowd you'll have Runners on you for sure." I open my eyes and see a pair of feet in front of me, they're dirty and pretty rough looking, that's when I notice the brightness has dimmed and I actually see a dirt ground. I look up and see a girl, very tanned, or maybe that's just her skin color, hard to tell with the scenery. The first thing to come to mind is old western cowboy movies, where a rider comes into a small town in the middle of nowhere, goes to a bar where everything goes quiet and somehow everything ends with the bar in shambles and a one on one shootout in the middle of the dirt road, people from all buildings peeking out of the second story windows to catch a glance; this is exactly what it looks like. An Inn on one side, a bar on the other, shops all around, and the rest are the people's houses. I look back up at the girl and noticed many odd things with her, her hair is long, down to her thighs, a bright orange color, and her eyes are a dark maroon red, not to mention her lip has a piercing with a strange tiny tag dangling from it. She's wearing baggy shorts that go down to her knees and a black muscle shirt that was cut into a crop top, with wristbands and what looks like a makeshift knife harness wrapped around her chest.
"Where am I?"
"Where do you need to be?"
"I don't exactly know. My grandfather opened a book and suddenly I'm here after nearly losing my mind in that endless room of white."
"Wait, white?" I nod; she hesitates, looking me up and down and sighs as if she's exhausted, "now it makes sense."
"I don't understand, all I know is I'm supposed to meet someone and show them respect or something."
"You're from Sector E, that explains why you arrived in the White Limbo Crate. Come with me."
Her tone changes, her silly and laidback personality is now serious and down to business, she must know what I'm doing here and what I'm supposed to do, but I don't understand what Sector E means, but I'm guessing this 'White Limbo Crate' is some sort of setup I was required to go through, at least that's what I think since she's treating it so lightly. We walk into one of the buildings, and although it's completely western style on the outside, it's high tech and futuristic on the inside, which only drags my confusion further into the clueless abyss in my brain. It must be some sort of illusion to outsiders, the building looked like a tiny five room Inn on the outside, but the inside is big enough to fit a stadium inside. Massive computer screens take up every inch of the walls, but smaller squares are scattered across the screens as well, those must be the other windows of information people are working on. The perimeters of the walls have desks lined up against them, with a touch keyboard, and a million other colorful buttons surrounding the keyboard. This room itself reminds me of a space ship, where there's nothing but a few chairs, and buttons everywhere. We get onto a platform which swiftly and smoothly takes us up. While we stand there, I notice how tall she is, probably the same height as me, and her figure is pretty intense, I see muscles naturally popping out on her arms and calves, and her abs look toned, like a soft flex and a six pack would show.
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Holding Everything
MaceraWhat would you do if you found out the hard way, just how weak and small humans were? That when up against a real terror, they would be torn down easily and trampled upon; would you, as a human, still try to do whatever you can to surpass such a thr...
