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| 02 Feb 2013 05:56 PM |
For your convinence.
I feel like I've been grinded into the world, just a smudge on the world. Black hair, blending with the night, and sort of a flame, starting small, but rising up in the front. My eyes I can only say pierce the night, with a clear strike of blue. There is no such thing as a nice smile, it always fades on the right, and left just can't hold up. [Basically the right side of his face [except his eye] is paralyzed.] My shoulders can only be said as a broad plank, and my body is also a plank, with a slice taken out on the left side. My legs seem to be the strongest part, with muscles bulging out here and there.Tomorrow is anew, and I so do hope I am not with it.
"Waaaaaaauuuuukeeeee"
"oouuuuuuuuuuttttt"
What the heck is that person saying? What? Who?
Your eyes are forcefully opened. The flash of light is painful. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 05:57 PM |
| I blink, attempting to clear my vision. I simply search around, assuming this person means wake up. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 05:59 PM |
| "What the bloody hell are you doing? Are you hurt? We haven't even gotten attacked here!" |
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| 02 Feb 2013 06:01 PM |
I barely manage to nod yes, and pray that he knows what I mean.
Cause I don't. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 06:04 PM |
"Well, are you hurt? Any broken limbs? We need to get the hell out of here, they are cleaning the buildings!"
Nothing hurts but your head, which had a dull ache. Wait a second.
You don't remember anything. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 06:16 PM |
| I attempt to stand up, and yet again, look around at this room. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 06:19 PM |
The room has a large white contraption in the corner. You remember it to be a 'toilet'.
There is also a 'sink' and a surface you can see yourself in. You are wearing some bad-looking clothes and a makeshift vest over the top made of heavy material.
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| 02 Feb 2013 07:17 PM |
| I look towards the guy, and wait for him to go somewhere. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 07:19 PM |
It is a woman.
"Would you PLEASE tell me if you are ok?!" |
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| 02 Feb 2013 07:20 PM |
I simply stare at her blankly, and nod my head no.
[I've heard if you seem injured and such, it's best not to use your vocal cords. So I'm following that.] |
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| 02 Feb 2013 07:22 PM |
| "So you aren't Ok? All right, fine. What hurts? Point to it." |
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| 02 Feb 2013 07:23 PM |
| I pointed at my mind, and then shrugged, like saying that I don't know anything. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 07:24 PM |
She stops for a moment.
"You can talk. I know what it is. You must have... Amn... I don't know what it is called. Do you not remember anything?" |
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| 02 Feb 2013 07:27 PM |
| I dare not risk my vocal cords. I simply nod my head yes. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 07:28 PM |
MARK OILFIELDS I MADE WEAPONS |
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| 02 Feb 2013 07:42 PM |
She pauses.
"Probably mute too."
An explosion in the distance.
"Ok, we need to get out of here. Come on." |
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| 02 Feb 2013 07:48 PM |
| I follow the girl to where ever she goes to. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 08:02 PM |
| She slowly opens the bathroom door, and is suddenly pulled out. She screams loudly. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 08:02 PM |
| I charge through the door, and put my dukes up, trying to fight whatever pulled her out. I considered her strangely as a friend. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 08:04 PM |
| You jump out and instincively tackle the figure. "JESUS JESUS I'M SORRY I THOUGHT YOU WERE A GAURD!" The man says, trying to push you off. The girl is still sitting in the corner, shaking. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 08:05 PM |
| I shrug, wondering what he means. I stand up, and brush my pants over, a distinctive feeling I guess. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 08:07 PM |
The girl nods at you. "So sorry for this George. He hasn't said a word since I've seen him. I think the bioweapon got 'im." She says, helping the man up and kissing him on the lips.
He looks at you. "Well, what is your name?" |
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| 02 Feb 2013 08:11 PM |
| I say nothing. I don't wish to know my name. Being nameless seems to make me less important, just a speck of dust floating on the trails. |
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| 02 Feb 2013 08:32 PM |
He stares for a moment. "Probably the bioweapon."
"Anyways, there's a tank going down the street. It should be here soon. I came to warn you as soon as I saw it. We should get going."
What the heck is a tank? |
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| 02 Feb 2013 08:34 PM |
"What's a bio weapon? What's a tank? What am I? Who am I? Who are you people? Am I friends, at least I hope that's the word, with you? Who is a gaurd? What is this? Who are you? What happened? What is with this?" These questions just explode, when I hear bio weapon. I instantly dislike that word, sensing it caused me this.
[All of his words have a slight slur to it, so they might not understand some of it [from paralization.]] |
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