The Infected Rebellion

Chapter 1: A Cold Awakening

 I woke up to an agonizing pain all over me. The pain could be felt from head to toes. It was hardly bearable, and I almost cried but my tears were held back. All I could feel was an empty void of lost memories that I couldn't recover. The void was filled with questions: "Who am I? Why am I here? Why can't I remember who I am... or what I am?" All I could feel was the gut-wrenching mental and physical pain. After only being filled with darkness, I opened my eyes. My eyes were met with a painful, unnatural light. My eyes felt like they were bleeding or even melting. The surface I was laying on was rough and uncomfortable. It looked like a hospital bed but, it felt more like a bed of rocks. When I finally sat up, I tried to move my stiff arms, full of pain. Emphasize on try. I swear, I only moved it a centimeter before the lump in my throat let loose and I started crying. I don't think you could even categorize it as crying. It was more like a waterfall falling from my eyes and screams so loud they could be heard from hell. Maybe I was in hell. Maybe Satan could hear my yells of agony. Maybe he was right behind the door. But I couldn't tell.

After a few minutes of sobbing in my bed, letting all the heartache go, I forced myself up off the bed and walked around a bit. I was in pain, sure, but it was nothing unlike the fire burning my soul. As I walked around the cold room, I saw a lot of... oddities. For starters, on a bedside counter I saw a water cup with lots of medicine in cases. On one shelve, there was a wooden elephant carving and a mirror with a gem implanted in the middle. The gem looked like some sort of quartz. Maybe a pink quartz?

I moved my finger against the gem a couple times, examining its warm glow. As I caressed the mirror I wondered how I knew so much about a rock and how I couldn't even remember my own name. I decided to bring the mirror to good use. I stared into the mirror and I saw a broken girl. The girl had cold, brown eyes and yet they seemed colorless. She had hair to match her empty eyes. Her fudge brown hair was cut almost shoulder length. Her skin, it was pale, like a vampire's. Her face was complete with freckles and with scars covering her face. That imperfect, dead-eyed girl was me. No wonder I was in so much pain. I looked like that.

I rubbed the reflection on the mirror a few times before actually deciding to investigate. The room seemed almost endless. Like I was falling into a pit that would never end. It was also hard to see. The only light available to me was the unnaturally bright light but, it wasn't much help. All it did was flicker and flicker. It was giving me a headache. I kept walking and walking, keeping my arms straight in front of me, as if I was a zombie, hunting for a brain to eat. Suddenly, out of nowhere, my head was slammed into a hard metal surface. I could hear a crash and then I stumbled to the ground. I think I blacked out for a few moments before regaining composure. I was already in so much pain, but the world decided, "Hey, why don't we slam her head against a wall? No, even better, a metal wall."

Thanks world.

After finding a surface that I could grab onto, I felt around me. The wall had a latch on it! I guess it wasn't a wall, it was a door...made of metal?

Why would they make a door out of metal? I wondered to myself.

I felt around some more. There was a little switch on the side of the door. I flipped it up and lights flickered on. The light was a relief but not the sight I was seeing. It was an endless row of hospital beds, all empty. But on their beds, signs read: "FAILED SUBJECT" in big bold letters. I stopped breathing, collapsing into the door, losing all control. I gripped onto the latch and frantically opened it. As soon as I heard a faint click I swung the door open and ran as far as I could. For all I knew, I was going to be the next failed subject.