(2) Orange

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Chapter Two
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How long have I been staring up at this ceiling, just staying in this capsule? My understanding of time has been reduced to nearly nothing. I might as well make sure my memory isn't as skewed as my perception of time is. Okay, okay, my name is Evangeline Dyer, 20 years old, and was forced into this mission with the children of Unit One. Still remember the basics but my memory just seems a little foggy.

I shut my eyes as I heard footsteps, only peeking a bit to see Pink. God, these color names are so stupid.

I pushed against the glass, which opened the capsule, and climbed out to approach Pink who's staring down at Black. I narrowed my eyes a little but plastered a small smile regardless of being exhausted.
"Pink!" I exclaimed, clearing my throat, "How long were you up?"

Pink was shaking, holding her frail arms with the thin material that we were wearing in the capsules.
"Not long," Pink stated, going back to her capsule to start putting on her pink-schemed uniform while I did the same.

"Should we wake the others—," I start to ask.

"No," Pink interrupted, "They'll wake up on their own. I'm going to look around, Orange, do what you want."

"You know you can call me by my name? I really don't mind," I laugh, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly, "It's a little weird for you to call me by a color."

"I don't want to know. Stay focused, we're the last unit they have," Pink sharply say, walking out of the room. I rolled my eyes—yeah, Pink's still the same as last time I've met her.

I walked out of the room as well, passing pink in the cafeteria to explore the ship, holding a map that I found in my uniform, and ended up in a place called "Admin": a small room with maroon-colored flooring, three computers by the back, and a table of the same map that I have. What's different is that it shows where people are like I see myself in Admin and a person in the cafeteria—which is Pink. My heart dropped as I saw that there are now two people in admin.

I clenched my helmet in my hands and stood still, backing up and feeling myself bump into someone's chest, with thin arms wrapping around my waist. I gulped as their hot breath brushed against my bare neck, whispering into my ear: "Why so tense?"

I scoffed. Of course, it's her.

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