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Cold.
I hazily peal my eyes open.
Black.
My lids painfully close.
Memories.
Running.
I stumbled up and ran, nearly tripping over my own damn ankles. The door flew open as I shoved it forcefully.
I had to get out of here.
The only sound I can make out is a sharp screeching wail. My footfalls sounding light, airy. My breathing ragged. The ground was rolling, wave after wave of what seemed confusion.
I blinked pulling myself out of this daydream... more nightmare. I shook my head lazily at the thought.
Groaning I attempted to roll over on the lovely and expensive hospital bed, only to find think black straps all across my body, preventing me from relieving my aching bones.
They moved me.
Again.
I believe they made all rooms in the medical industry only slightly different. Probably to give you that sense that something's off and you don't know what. I mean come on, they basically threw me here because I-
I moved my gaze too late, looking up just in time to see-
The world spun faster and faster, gravity using its sticky tendrils to yank me quickly to the ground, into its clutches.
I don't remember. . . My head! Throbbing. V-van? What?
My senses snapped into overdrive, temporally pushing the pain out.
"Bro, what did they say was gunna happen if one of the little shits runs away from the experiment?"
"You'll see soon enough brother." The driver sneered as he punched the bald passenger in the face, sending him and a few teeth sprawling. He laughed. A big dark evil chuckle. "That'll teach ya."
Gosh! What were these weird visions? "Hello?" I called out into the vast and eerie room.
"Can someone help me?"
Whimpering. They roughly grabbed my adrenaline induced body. . .
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Survive
ActionAriel is recovering from PTSD. She has flash backs that she cannot control. She has no memory of being in the games, but they all come back in little snippets. The clock is ticking, can she survive this torture another time?
