An uncomfortable lumpy mattress wasn't the luxury Mike would've liked to wake up to. Especially with guards banging on the thick metal door and yelling at him to wake up. With aching muscles and a very sore neck and back, Mike struggled to sit up.
"I'm up, Jesus! Just get Owens and get this over with." God, he already hated this day. He was incredibly hungry and dying for a cold glass of water. Of course, they didn't even bother to give him a crumb of food or a drop of water the night before or this morning.
Mike was only thrilled to be answering questions for hours again. Why did they even have to know all of this shit? There was something mysterious about the whole thing and Mike knew they had to be hiding something, but the question was what?
He knew they would not just answer that straight on, but he'd like to find out one way or another.
Suddenly, the metal door opened with a loud, ear-piercing screech and Dr. Owens and a few new men walked in the room.
"Morning, Mike- you don't mind if I call you that, do you?"
"It's just Micheal to you." Mike spit out. Only his friends called him Mike, and as annoying as Micheal was, they would not get the satisfaction of his trust.
Dr. Owens rolled his eyes before looking at the 2 other men in the room. "Micheal, this is Charlie and Leroy. They're just here to observe, so pay no mind to them. We will begin the questions now."
Mike sighed and leaned back on the cold wall behind him.
"So, how are we feeling this morning?"
"Like shit. I'm starving, I'm thirsty and this bed is complete trash." Mike muttered, glaring at him harshly.
"Great. So, do you remember going into the Simulation? Is there a specific memory you-"
"I'm not answering anything until you give me food." Mike insisted, crossing his arms over his chest as he kept his eyes on Dr. Owens.
The older man frowned and looked back at Charlie and Leroy. "Get him something to eat and a glass of water." He ordered before looking back at Mike as the two men walked out of the room.
"Happy now?"
"Not particularly." Mike answered nonchalantly.
"And why's that?"
"I told you, I'm not answering shit. But is that question really necessary? I'm confused, my body hurts, I'm hungry, I don't know what the hell is going on. So yeah, I wonder why I'm not happy right now." Mike snarled as he glanced around the bland white room around him.
Dr. Owens wrote down a few things on his clipboard before Charlie and Leroy came back into the room with a tray in hand. Charlie handed it to Mike and what he saw made him laugh.
"Seriously? A slice of bread? You could've at least toasted it, I mean come on, show some hospitality!" Mike protested, heavy sarcasm in his tone.
"Shut up. You got food and water now answer my damn questions." Owens snapped bitterly as Mike took a sip of his water.
Mike coughed as he took a few sips of the water, "Ugh! Tap water, and it's warm! What the fuck, guys! I thought we were friends!"
"You deserve warm tap water and stale piece of bread." Leroy scowled.
"Fine. With that tone, and this treatment I'm getting, I guess I won't answer any of your stupid bullshit questions." Mike stated difficultly.
"Get one of the guards." Owens instructed with a wicked grin. Charlie smirked and opened the door and tapped one of the guards as he motioned for him to come inside.
