Sky Corruption (Past Tense)

Chapter Eight

"Bob" had a few moments to himself to throw some clothes on, North had handed him some of his borrowed clothes. He was dressed in a bright red oversized t-shirt, grey sweatpants, and was given some socks to help protect his feet from the cold steel floor. He was promised a shower as long as he spoke the truth. Before all of this, Jay had swiftly introduced himself and the redhead that seemed to hate donating his clothes to him that was later to be discovered as North, both men shot Bob suspicious looks, causing Bob to fall under even more spiraling confusion.

Minutes later, Bob slumped his body against the cold wall as he ran his hands through his damp, blonde hair. He sat along the ground, speculating about the new people he had stumbled across.

Why are they underground? Why are they so cold towards me? Why is everything destroyed on the surface? Bob quietly pondered to himself as he gazed dejectedly at the solid white walls that enclosed around him. His questions were met with even more questions as everything he's been exposed to has amplified his bewilderment.

He sat in a qdully lit room, a wooden desk and a foldout chair were placed at the other corner, right across him, the smell of strong disinfectants and bleach filled his nostrils, several cardboard boxes laid cluttered around him.

Where is that girl...China was it? Out of all of them, she's been really keen on me. Bob thought to himself. Why is she the only one that seems to know that I mean no harm?

All of this had been pretty overwhelming for Bob, he fell on top of a strange girl, had a gun pointed at his head, and more people shown up and wore odd clothes...it was so much to process. Bob clutched the side of his head as his vision slightly blurred within his eyesight. This had been happening as he was asked simple questions, such as what his name was.

The door opened and Nikki swiftly walked inside the room, not a word is said as she closed the steel door behind her. "Bob right?" She swiftly asked, though she didn't sound entirely interested. A first aid kit was clenched in her right hand.

He quickly eyed Nikki, she wore dull baby blue scrubs that held embroidered roses around the waist area, her brown hair was held back in a short, choppy ponytail. A pistol had been holstered around her thigh as she approached him with laced-up boots.

Bob ran his hands through his hair, a confused sigh escaped his lips as a dull pain erupted in the back of his head, "The girl with the braids named me that...China...I don't know my actual name." Bob simply explained, his head throbbed every time he tried to go into deep thought, especially when he wanted to remember something. An orange flash would often happen within his retinas when he tried probing his memory before the closet incident.

Nikki sauntered closer to him, her footsteps clanged against the steel floor, she pointed at the desk parallel to where Bob was sitting. "I'm only giving you a check-up, it won't be long," Nikki reassured him, her voice monotone and direct. Bob reluctantly stood up, shuffling his feet across the cold floor, hesitantly sitting on top of the mohagony wooden desk as Nikki carefully grazed her fingers over his face. She opened the first aid kit, pulling out a syringe and several rolls of gauze.

"Who are you?" Bob meekly asked, folding his arms across his chest timidly. He already had forgotten that China introduced her to him a while ago.

Nikki shot him a warm smile, but it quickly disappeared, "You can call me Nikki," She swiftly introduced herself, her tone was soft, but not as welcoming and spirited as China's.

"I'm going to ask you some questions, if you want to continue staying here you'd answer them the best way you can..." Nikki spoke sternly while rubbing the gauze full of alcohol along his arm, a cool feeling had started at the crook of his inner elbow as Nikki fanned it off.