I heard the banging coming from the third isle, it was weird because I was supposed to be the only one down hear. As I approached the box, I could tell that there was something alive in there. I drew my gun and aimed it at the box as I slowly walked closer. Suddenly, a girls head pops out of the box. I try to stay calm as I panic, what is she doing here?!?! This place is for the dead. Her light green eyes travel up the barrel of the gun and come to rest on my eyes.
"Why are you not dead?" I ask in a calm tone
"I don't know," she says, shaking her head.
Deciding she seems harmless, I put down the gun to help her out of the box.
"What are you doing?" She asks as I start to break the seal on the box.
"Helping you out,"
"Oh,"
After the seal is broken, I push her head back in through the opening and start to lift up the lid.
"Turn around," she orders.
"What? Why?"
"Just do it,"
I turn around uneasily.
"Ok, you can look now,"
I turn around, she has the sheet wrapped around herself like a dress.
"Let's go,"
"Where?"
"You'll see."
I lead her down the hallway and force open the heavy door. She uneasily follows."Where are we going?" She repeats.
"You'll see."
"No."
"What?"
"Tell me where you're taking me."
"Or else?"
"I'll kick."
"I have a gun."
"So?"
"I'll shoot...."
"Be my guest."
"Walk."
"Fine, but only because I want to." I shook my head, why did she have to be so difficult?
We turned down a hallway, and we started to see more and more official looking people. As the guy leading a girl in just a sheet down the hall, we got some pretty weird looks. Suddenly, the foot falls behind me ceased. I turned around to see that her body had gone rigid all over, and was staring at a point in front of her.
"Walk," I ordered.
Then she started shaking. Her knees buckled and she fell to the ground, still shaking. At this point I dropped my gun and ran over to her. Her body was shaking and she was hyperventilating. Knowing that something was wrong, I scooped her over my shoulder and ran towards the medical wing.
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The Day I Started Living
Ficção Científica89. 76. 75. 82. These were the ages of all her grandparents. They lived to a ripe old age. 17? Not so ripe and old. Isandra Chandler is living in a world where your death day is already decided for you, and if you forget it's conveniently tattooed...