War Games ch.1 Untold Beginnings (standard:adventure, 4455 words) [2/4] show all parts
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As new friends are made his life begins to slowly reveal.

Ch.1 Untold Beginnings 

Slowly I begin to regain my senses. I am so cold and seem to be laying
on some kind of cot with a thin blanket over me. The room smells damp 
and is completely dark as my eyes try to slowly adjust. I listen 
intently but only hear the sound of my own breathing. I slowly raise my 
head and as my breathing changes I catch the faint sound of another 
breathing pattern. Some one was breathing in time with me. I hold my 
breath for a minute but they do as well. I lay my head back down and 
hope they haven't notice my movement. Holding my breath as long as I 
can my lungs begin to burn. I wait for just one breath so I can get a 
location on the other figure in the room. I finally hear it only a few 
feet from where my head lay and my heart skips a beat. Being almost 
completely blind I don't have much of a chance so I hope for the best. 

“Whose there” I ask into the darkness. 

“Don't be afraid.” The voice is higher and softer than I was expecting.
A light ignites next to me and shines across the room. I blink my eyes 
hard trying to see against the hard light. 

“Oh sorry” the light dims and as the spots in my eyes begin to fade the
figure slowly comes into view. Gentle eyes stare back at me waiting for 
me to speak. 

“You're a girl” I ask somewhat surprised at this fact. 

“Um...” she looks up and down at herself sarcastically “as far as I
know.” She giggles as my question really needed no answer. She's a 
teenage girl with blue eyes, short shoulder length hair and light skin, 
probably around seventeen. 

“Sorry that's not what I meant I just didn't expect a girl to be in this
war zone or wherever I am.” I sit up in the bed to look around to view 
just an empty room. The only furniture is the cot I'm on, a crate with 
a lantern on it and a crate she's sitting on. 

“Well you got the war zone part right.” She giggles and gets up. “Oops I
almost forgot” she reaches under the crate and grabs something. “Here 
put these on” she throws some clothes at me and I begin to realize I 
wasn't wearing any except for this blanket. Somewhat embarrassed I grab 
the tattered cargo pants and long sleeve shirt. 

“So what's your name and what were you doing passed out in an alleyway?”
She turns around as I get dressed. 

“Well I don't really know.” 

“You don't know your name or why you were in an alley?” She laughs as
though I'm trying to mess with her. 

“Either actually.” 

“Really” the sincerity in my voice compels her to turn around and make
sure I'm telling the truth. 

“All I remember is waking up in some kind of hospital, being chased by
some smoke breathing creature, jumping out a window and then ending up 
here.” I sit down on the cot sullen that I can't give her the answers 
but even more that I can't give them to myself. 

“Oh no” there's despair in her voice like I've just revealed some grave
information. “They must have gotten to you before you were completely 
restored.” Restored? I think. What am I some kind of computer. She 
continues “so you have no memory at all of whom you are or why you're 
here?” 

“No I can't remember anything before today.” 

“You mean yesterday.” 

“What?” Why would she think I remembered the day before? 

“Dude you've been out for a full twenty four hours.” She laughs at the
confusion on my face. “Ok well I better start from the beginning so are 


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