I woke up in a dark room strapped to a stupid table. My ankles, wrists, forehead, and torso were strapped by tight belts with extra belt on the end from tightening.
The doctor came in with a blank face, and cranked a lever. The table lifted up, while I saw the light above me getting closer and closer. I closed my eyes as hard as I could from fear.
He took the middle belt off of me and lifted my gown up and drew a rectangle on my torso with a black marker. As uncomfortable as I was, he restrained me from moving with his cold hands.
He took a scalpel and grazed it across from my skin. But he did it so lightly it tickled. He took it again and placed it harder on the black line from marker. He pressed harder, and it slipped right into my skin.
I shrieked, not knowing what to do. I cried as blood ran down the slot from the tiny knife. But then I heard a bang. All the doctors and nurses ran to where the noise came from. I closed my eyes. I was worried too. What the hell was that?
After I opened my eyes, I saw a guy with shaggy black hair and glowing blue eyes. I jumped, but then realized I was still in the belts. The guy shushed me, then loosened the belts. I got up quietly, and looked weirdly at the guy. I stared at him, and he stared back. Just as I blinked, a guy that looked identical to this one came running downstairs.
"We need to go. Now." One of them says. The other one nods their head in agreement and grabs my wrist. "We're getting you out of here." The one holding me wrist says as he's pulling me along.
I broke into a cold sweat and went along with whatever was going on. The twin in the front ran up to a door and took a weird crooked let out of his pocket to unlock it. The door opened showing a dark sky with drained bodies. They looked like fake zombies.
"What the hell is going on?!" I asked. The boys looked at me for a short second and said,
"The Artificial War."
