I stare at the man. I had stopped thinking so much about why I was here, but now that I'm face to face with who I assume put me here, all of my questions come rushing out.
"My name is Daniels? What's quarantine? Why am I here? Why can't I remember anything?" Questions stream from my mouth, and anger blooms in my chest. Who ever put me here, they have no right! I lunge forward at the man, but he stops me with his hand.
"I know you're confused, don't worry, we will answer all your questions in a moment." Then he lets go. Where he touched my arm, I begin to feel a sharp prickling. Panicked, I look at a small bead of blood blooming from my wrist. My vision begins to cloud and I fall backwards.
I wake up.
That asshole drugged me! I sit up, ready to give a piece of my mind, when I realize I'm strapped to a bed, the kind you might see in hospitals, but it's upright. I'm being wheeled by someone but I can't see who. I'm moving down a long grey hallway, interspersed with lights. The walls are shiny, they make my head hurt.
"What's going on?" I demand, wrenching myself away from the walls as hard as I can. I still can't move. There's a large black door at the end of the hall. That's where we're headed.
I'm scared again.
In front of the door, we stop. A tall man in a white lab coat steps gingerly in front of me, and unlocks the door. What will be inside? Torture chambers? The death penalty? My family? My memories?
But no.
It's a dimly lit room with nothing in it except for a large projector, and another strange upright gurney. A girl is strapped to it, her hair is brown and spilling down her shoulders. Her eyes gleam in the darkness.
"Hello." She says.
"Marigold." I gasp in relief.
"Mouse!" She cries happily, lurching forward. But she can't move.
"Girls, please calm down." The man in the lab coat stands in front of the projector.
"There is nothing to be afraid of, we're going to explain everything."
