A tragedy in the camp reported being one of the biggest unsolved cases in town. Five years later, as April regained her consciousness, some of the memories at the camp along with her sister had been taken away from her. When she goes back to the cri...
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Wild hygienic aroma intervened my unperturbed mind as it's the reason why I woke up. I can't engage an inch like something is hindering me to do so. I opened my weighty eyes and a ceiling in pure white greets my hazy vision. Now I can feel my back lying on an opaque furniture that seemed to be blanketed in a thin bedsheet.
Where am I? Why did I end up being like this? My head is empty, but maybe I am here for an answer that I must've disremembered.
It was my willingness to feel my feet—but it ain't working. It feels numb. It feels like I have none. I'm confident I wasn't paralyzed.
When my sight begins to be vivid and my strength urges me to move, I suddenly hear the quintillion races of my heart.
Fading in and out of footsteps. Door cracking open. Distorted machines beeping.
"She's awake."
"Let's start the procedure."
I tilted my head from side to side a few times when answers banged my head insanely. I stared at the cord they put in my wrist channeled in a machine to read my vitality. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be kidnapped and be treated as a lab rat!
"No!" The word threatens my physical being and an instinct told me to escape.
Now that I've witnessed myself strapped on an operating table in a room tainted in snowy color, I made a shrieking, persisting to breakaway. Tons of footsteps started to get clear in my senses while I am forcing my arms and feet to break the straps they used to restrain me.
Men in lab coats and masks hurriedly ran towards my direction.
"Stop her from moving."
"Subject, you must stay still." One of them shakes my shoulders.
"Get the syringes and the vial, Doctor Kelvin," ordered by someone standing beside my head that must be the lead.
"Let me do it, Sir," another researcher volunteered and swiftly left on his own cue.
"Please, I beg you . . . Don't hurt me . . . " I pleaded, sensing an intense unfamiliar heat reaction in my entire system.
He didn't respond. Everyone ignored me.
"Calm her," the lead firmly said with authority.
With deathly eyes of them, nobody dared to try putting their attention on me. Head aching, I glanced at them one by one. They're busy with the machines and the materials needed for all of this freakishness; some running, some talking, some serious; they're nerve-wracking my state.
A researcher has come with a tray, my peripheral view only reveals the bottom part of it. Finally, Doctor Kelvin takes out syringes and a vial in a small glass on it who, on the other hand, is in between of the lead and the one who volunteered.
