The Arctic Freeze

Project or What?

Chapter one                                                                                                         Project or What?

Life

its very fragile

Anything could happen in a matter of minutes

You can never have control over it

Even if you go to depths of the world

You just have to find a way

To go around it

Project or What?

"Mayday, Mayday we have been hit, were going down, we're going down, there's no more hope. May god love us and save us..... Brace for impacccccctt!"

Bham

Uhhhhh, where am i? Why am i here? Why can't i remember anything? Whats going on!? Why is my vision so groggy, everything's a blur, all i see is a white, orange, green, and red. Wait, red! Is that... blood, is there actually blood here, i can barely see a thing, but is that blood!

"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" There is blood everywhere, even with my blurry vision, i know that this is blood. "Oh my god, am i bleeding, am i hurt". As i was frantically patting and checking myself, i saw a helicopter on fire.

Holy S@#*, there is a helicopter on fire, and there's someone in there, what should i do, uhh, uh uh uh what should i do, he's flailing around haplessly i don't know what to d- ............. Boom oh my god, the helicopter just freaking exploded, with someone inside it. R.I.P

Swoosh. Something flew out of the helicopter, it was a blur of brown and it landed with a thud. I went over to check it out, wait, its a suitcase, and it's covered in blood, what should i do, uhh, should i open the suitcase, should i not. It says that it belongs to the FDI. Federal Department of Interactions, i don't know what is happening, and like, what the heck is that supposed to mean. I dont know what to do, or whats in it. On one hand, it could be dangerous and have something that could kill me, but on the other hand what if it has information about me, i could get my memory back and know what on earth is happening to me.

"I am gonna yolo it, i have nothing to lose, that i know of". I opened the suitcase, what was inside it almost killed me, it was a file, and the file had a picture of me, the same scrawny body, pale white skin, short light brown hair, and the 5'6 height. What in tarnations is happening, lets see what on earth these devilish papers has in store me.

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This stuff is so crazy, it says i am a test subject of a clone project, project Adam, is that my name?, it says that there was a outbreak at the facility, and all the Adams ran away and were wreaking havoc over the entire facility, i was the only one to escape and not die, but, how come i don't remember anything? Like literally anything, like my name, where i am?, where do i come from?, i am so confused, and it's so cold out here. It's as cold as the arctic.

"Hhhhhhuuuhh" my teeth clattered against each other as i quickly swept through the case. "For a case that small, there's a lot of stuff in there, like a bag of chips but it's full of air"

Lets see what else is in this case, my day can't go any better. There's some empty lined paper, there's a photo id card, i'll hold on to it in case i need it for later, there's a couple of pictures of the worker. Wait..., he's the one who was flying the helicopter, ....ahhhh, who cares, he kinda looks like donald trump anyways (I still feel bad for him on the inside), we don't need another wall,we already blocked off the mexicans, who's next, the canadians ehh!

speaking of walls, i found a map of the entire facility grounds, its in a huge circle, like the daytona 500 racing track, it's so huge, it'll take forever to get to the main facility. Whoosh, whoosh. The wind is picking up, and it sounds harsh, like its going to pound me like a pound cake. it's getting cold out here anyways, gonna become a popsicle if i don't get out of the storm.

I read the map, it says there's a warehouse near by, maybe i should check it out, it's freezing out here. I should give myself a name, don't want to be called no name, because i am not a No Frills product. What should i call my self in the meantime, which does not refer to a company brand. uhh, Adam, naa, that's the name of everyone else here, jacoub, naaa, reminds me about peanut butter. Gurr. hugh, i am so hungry, i'll call myself Archbald, wonderful, let's get started to find this warehouse, so i could get to know what the heck is happening, and maybe even know more about me and project Adam.

Hip Hip Hurray!!