The Ignition - TMR Group B

Part 3

The morning I am supposed to go into the Maze I wake up feeling numb and listless. There is no point in fighting back. No point in trying to see Tommy one more time. No point to any of it. 

After breakfast the lab technician that I've become really familiar with, Brenda. Leads me towards the locked lab doors that no one has come back out of, ever. I take a deep shuddering breath. 

"Does it hurt Bren?" I ask looking to her hoping for some peace of mind.

"No." Brenda says stopping and hugging me really tightly. "I'm going to miss you Em." I hug her back grateful for the little vote of kindness that she has given me. "I would miss you. But I won't remember." I say trying to make her laugh. 

For all the people that I've worked with at WICKED Brenda is the best. She's spunky, kind, and always has something to say that will cheer me up. 

I'm so done with all the heart ache that has happened over the last couple days that I just want to get this over with. I want to forget loosing my family one by one till it's my turn. 

I let go of the hug.

"Let's go Bren." I say heavily and downcast.  "I'm ready to forget." Brenda nods and leads me through the lab doors. 

They lay me on a table, putting a needle full of a sedative in my arm. 

"I'm sorry Em." Brenda whispers to me as she puts a mask over my face. 

As I go into my dream state I see my Mom, Tommy, Sonya, Rachel, Brenda, Harriet, Teresa, Newt. Their faces and the memories that I have with them appear and then become faceless blobs. 

All the people that mattered to me slowly disappearing. I'm forgetting and it scares the hell out of me. 

They remove the mask.

And I forget everything.

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I startle awake gasping, breathing heavy with a splitting head ache. I sit up and groan, as I glance around. I see that I'm in a dark concrete box with lots of supplies all over the floor and stacked against each other.

"Where the hell am I?" I say, no one answers. Not that I was expecting one.

The box is moving up at a slow rate inching towards a dead end. I wonder what's waiting for me. Some needs these supplies so who is it going to be?

I stand up and can seem to name all the crates, tarps, and supplies in the box, but can't recall any memories from my past who I was before, who mattered to me, where I'm from. My parents. I makes me devastated, and then angry at who ever put me in this situation in the first place.

I scream. A big long angry scream that shakes my brain and rattles my heart. 

I'm angry, the anger makes me I realize that I'm scared. I have never been more terrified in my life. I don't understand where I am, who I am, and where I came from and why I seem to be heading to my death, why I can't remember who I am. I take gulping deep breaths and try to calm down.

"Okay, okay. There's nothing I can do but wait." I say to my self sitting back down. I sit for about thirty seconds before I get bored. 

I get so bored that I start to explore my surroundings. I start to look around in the crates and boxes. Moving things around to look in every single crate. I make a giant mess but I don't really care. 

There's food, water, wood, building supplies and even some animals. I'm afraid of chickens apparently. 

I open one last crate and find some knives and various weapons. I slip one in my boot not knowing who I'm coming up to and sit down after I clean up all the boxes and crates.  Stacking them neatly as they were before, at least as close as I could get.

After I wait for what seems like four years but was probably only half an hour the box stops and I hear a faint bell sound from what seems like the other side of the concrete wall. I hear pounding of foot steps and a bunch of exited chatter. 

The box doors open above me and I see lush green trees, bright green grass and the most beautiful bluebird day sky.