Blast

Food

We stopped moving when my vision started to come back. As far as I could tell we were in some sort of bedroom. The walls were an ugly shade of green that made me think of puke. The floor was wood and felt the same as the floors in the dark room. They put me in a chair that seemed way to uncomfortable not to be a torture device. When I got a glare at their faces they were wearing some sort of mask. Their clothes were a shade darker than the walls. A full body suit with white gloves and black boots. All of them looked identical, other then the name tags that were white with black letters. The words on the tags were indecipherable from my distance. There were four of them in front of me. They just stood there in silence. We just stared back and forth for awhile. We just stayed in silence until I asked a question "why am I not starving or dehydrated?" They answered together in a monotonous voice,"That is classified, no response" so to that I said "okay where are we" same creepy voice, same creepy answer. We sat in silence for awhile. Then the wall popped open and a girl with steaming hot quesadillas walked in and my heart skipped a beat! Even without memories I still remember that quesadillas are my favorite food! The girl with the food walked in wearing a black skirt and red dress shirt-not the uniform for the people in the room. She set the tray down by the others and walked out. I walked over to grab some and one of the guards, name tag said Erica, stood up and pushed me to the wall. She said, in the same monotonous voice as before, "keep your place and you will get by." I pushed her back and she stumbled, obviously not prepared for me to fight for myself. I walked towards her, not knowing where the bravery suddenly came from, and she backed up into the table with the food and knocked over the quesadillas. I marched towards her angry that she soiled my food, and punched her square in the face. Then, I calmly asked "what do I have to do around here to get some fresh quesadillas" and like on cue the red dress shirt and black skirt girl came in with more. "Here you go ma'am" and handed me the tray. Handed ME the tray. The girl left and the guards followed. I set the tray down, sat down, and scarfed down the whole tray. I wasn't hungry but I am definitely not now. But, after the meal of quesadillas I am awfully parched. I spoke out to the empty room, "can I get a drink" and right after I finished, the wall popped open and the same girl came in with drinks. She handed them to me and I said "thank you..." "Mye" she said "Mye is my name" I went to tell her my name but what I said was "my names is, well, I don't know" and what she said next was kind of funny "hello I Don't Know" I offered her a drink but she refused it and walked out. I chugged the cool blue-green liquid and asked to leave. No reply.