My eyes open up to a pale green glow on the ceiling. The fires are gone. The banging in my head, gone.
I attempt to sit up, only to find my hands glued to the bed, along with every other body part. I crane my neck forwards to examine myself. Straps are tightly secured over my body. There's a small tag tied to my left hand. I slam my head back onto the pillow. What on earth is going on?
"Hello?" No response. Of course. I attempt to shimmy out of the restraints, to no avail. My eye catches the red flash of an operating camera. So, they're ignoring me.
"Hello? I really need to pee." No response. I really do need to use the toilet. I pass the minutes, hours, years, thinking about how much I need the toilet until finally, someone enters the room. Miriam.
"Sorry for the inconvenience. Just had to run a couple of brain scans." Brain scans? I was in for a regular...well...prescribed check-up. How did it turn into brain scans?
"What?" Maybe if I play dumb, I'll get some information.
"My, my. Not so bright, are you? Florence, you're immune to the virus. You're the cure."
"What?"
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Space
Short StoryThe surviving human population is crammed into a ship to venture beyond earth, to escape a virus that has no cure. However, the doctors onboard found an immune. An immune called Florence. Follow Florence's life in space as the only hope for humanity...
