Amnesia

The Lab

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"If this doesn't work then I don't know what will, I've exhausted all other resources."

"We'll be back at square one."

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"- Disaster."

"-we.... keep trying-"

"-All be dead!"

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Onika shot up panting. Beads of sweat slid down her forehead while cold chills rolled through her overheated body. She shoved the thick comforter off of herself observing her cotton t-shirt tacking to her clammy skin.

Sighing heavily she slid out of the bed happy to be free of it's fiery warmth.

Glancing at the bedside clock, it read 2:39 a.m.

Onika peeled the large shirt off finding a thin tank top to slide into instead. Coincidentally the air conditioning rumbled to life above her head. The draft chilled her skin quickly cooling her down as it dried her sweat, goosebumps forming as a result.

She silently thanked the unit.

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That number was suddenly back in Onika's head. Her dream filled the walls of her mind as well, however the more she thought the more it felt like a choppy memory than a dream. What did it all mean though?

None if it made sense to her, there was a story but she missed the entirety of the book. There was no way she could accurately guess or assume what any of this meant.

Onika released a sullen sigh walking back to her bed, but for some reason she couldn't find herself getting into it. She chewed contemplatively on her lip.

Her eyes drifted to the door of her room, and before she could think rationally she had sweatpants on making her way out of the room. Onika closed the door softly hoping not to disturb or draw attention to herself at this hour.
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Onika had roamed, yet roamed with intent. She wasn't exactly sure what she was looking for this late, and it didn't help that all life seemed to be sleep, which meant lights were dimmed or off and things were much harder to see.

This didn't stop her though, it only slowed her a bit.

Onika made it back down to the infirmary. This time she took the corridor she hadn't been down yet. It turned and offered many points of exit or entry, but she took none of them continuing on that main hall until it finally ended.

Looking back at her was a heavy metal door illuminated in a red glow emitting from an electronic pad lock that was chest level off to the right.

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"I've exhausted all other resources."

"We'll be back at square one."

Gazing at the door, the words flickered through her head once again. Whatever was causing them must've lied behind it.

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A heavy, shaken sigh.

"Here goes nothing." She whispered before punching in those six digits.

Suddenly the lock made a rearing noise and clicked, the dark hall now illuminated in a green glow.

Onika's stomach sank, she expected those numbers not to work. She almost wanted them not to, that way she'd have to go back to her room and this would seem like a dream she could simply forgot when she woke.