𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚'𝒔 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

"Dad, no!" I cried, being hauled back into god knows what. I didn't want to leave him, not in this world of chaos.

"It's for your own good, love," he spoke, his back still facing me. He appeared so certain about what he was doing. Like he knew this would somehow keep me safe from the virus that was infecting everyone around us. "Besides, when you wake, you'll be in a wonderful, non-violent world!"

At that moment, I had a sense that he had gone mad. Waking up in a 'wonderful, non-violent world'? How could he be so convinced about that?

A pout settled on my lips as I proceeded to struggle against the force that was dragging me backward, "And, what if this doesn't work? What if this kills me?"

He lastly turned to face me, his warm eyes had gone cold. The man in front of me wasn't my father anymore. He was some wicked doctor and I was his unfortunate victim.

"Well dying in the capsule is much better than dying out here by the disease," he returned, striding over to me.

I opened my mouth to oppose his thought process, yet nothing was willing to come forth. He wasn't necessarily wrong with that... however, dying inside a capsule, alone, wasn't one's cup of tea.

"Doctor (L/n)!" a female called, "You're needed in room 214A!"

My father glimpsed at the entrance of the room before his orbs met mine again, "I have to go."

He didn't give me a chance to wish him well, he forced me the rest of the way into the capsule, sealing its lid. I was now locked in... and who knows when I'll be able to see the light again.