The Subjects (BBS)

Chapt. 1

Cartoonz POV
I was in my car driving down the road. I was flipping through channels on the radio. "One million." I changed the station. Wait, what? I thought turning it back. "You heard me right the first 15 people to come to heath center by the police station in Rockford will get one million dollars."
"One mill?" I asked myself turning the car on a road to go to the place. When I got there I parked my car and walked over to a group of about ten men standing outside the center. "Is this the place to get the million dollars?" I asked a tall muscular man. He shrugged an I don't know. Well let's stay here and find out. I counted the people there were and it was 12 including me. Soon three more guys came and joined the group.
"Welcome, if you would follow me I can give you the million," a man said coming out the door. He turned after saying that and went back inside. We all followed close behind. We were all asked our names and ages and he wrote them down. We walked to a room with benches by the walls. "If you would please sit and wait for your name to be called." We all sat down on the benches.
"Why do you think they wrote down our age and name?" A short man with light brown curly hair asked me.
"Don't know don't care," I replied not looking at him. Soon a woman wearing a lab coat came in the room.
"Craig Thompson," she said looking at a clipboard in her hands. The guy sitting next to me got up and walked out with the woman. After a little while they walked back in. Craig look exhausted when he sat back down next to me. "Tyler Wilde." (idk his real last name) The man I questioned outside stood up and walked out with her. After about ten minutes they came back. As soon as Tyler sat down he was asleep. "Luke Patterson," she called me. I stood up and walked to the door. She turned and walked out with me following her. "My name is Dr. Pyscho and you will get the million after the blood test so don't worry."
"Okay fine." We walked into a weird room with a metal table in the middle of it. The walls, the floor, and the ceiling were all white. I sat on the table as she went to a shelf full of medical stuff. She finally found what she was looking for and walked over to me.
"This will sting a little bit," she said poking my arm with a syringe filled with red liquid. The liquid was soon in my bloodstream. I started getting super tired as we were walking back to the room. As I walked in the room it started going dark and I leaned against a wall. Everyone was looking at me as I closed my one working eye and slid down the wall to the floor. Soon sleep took me over.