The Narrator and the Story With No End [Under Editing]

Wait, what?

[Narrator 0Ze25's log of their time working on Assignment #02901.

Please note: the professional tone the narrator keeps up in public assessments may not carry over to their log. The logs are intended to act as a way for the narrator to write down their unfiltered notes to later use as a reference for their final draft.]

Day One, Entry One

I have absolutely no idea what just happened.

All I knew is that it had never happened before, which automatically meant I had no freaking clue how to deal with it.

Let me explain.

I woke up on a small bed in a small room, feeling like I'd just come out of cyrosleep or something. The room I was in had plain, beige walls and a slanted roof, with a draped window on the side of the room that the bed wasn't on. There was a small wooden nightstand next to my bed, and on it was a glass of water, which seemed like it had been there long enough that the ice had had enough time to melt, if there had been ice in the first place. There was a rocking chair in one corner of the room with a blanket draped over it, and a mirror in the other corner of the room. All of this made the room feel very homey, but I couldn't relax. After all, I didn't know where I was, nor did I have any memory of how I got there.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I closed my eyes, trying to picture my last memory in as much detail as possible, but I was only able to scrape together fragments. A new assignment. A normal arrival. A strange, all-black creature. A piercing light. An overwhelming exhaustion. Four people running towards me as I collapsed...

That 'normal arrival' apparently hadn't been normal for very long. Still, I knew I needed to focus. And thankfully, it was pretty clear where in my memory I needed to focus.

People had seen me. Not only that, but this was not where I collapsed, so people had taken me somewhere. Which meant I could be in a lot of trouble, for more reasons than one.

I needed to find those people.

I jumped off the bed and quickly went to the wooden door of the room, flinging it open. I quickly surveyed my surroundings: I appeared to be on the second floor of a two story house. The stairs were also made of wood, and they were only a few steps down the hall. There seemed to be another couple of rooms down the hall from where I was. I stepped into the hallway, but stopped short when I heard a noise. Actually, scratch that, multiple noises. Voices.

They were coming from downstairs, and I could tell that there was definitely more than one person. Was it them? The people from before?

I went down the stairs, willing myself to stay calm. I didn't take much more stock in my surroundings until I could see into the kitchen. There, sitting on stools surrounding the kitchen's island, where four people, two girls and two boys, sat talking in hushed tones. Being as quiet as possible and avoiding being directly in the entranceway, I began to approach them to better hear what they were saying.

"She's been out for multiple hours, do we need to call a doctor?" Asked a boy with blond hair in a worried tone.

"She didn't seem to be hurt in any way when I checked her, but if she stays unconscious for too much longer, then yes, we'll need to call someone," A blonde haired girl replied calmly.

"I hope she wakes up soon. I'm getting tired of waiting for answers," a black-haired girl said, the irritation obvious in her voice.

"We're going to get answers," a brown haired boy addressed the group assuredly. "We just have to be patient."

"Well, I don't like being patient," the black haired girl replied. "Can we try to wake her up again?"

"I don't think that's a good idea. It might mess with her recovery. It's best if we let her wake up on her own," the blonde haired girl explained.