Her eyes fluttered open groggily, taking a moment to focus themselves before soaking in the world around them. She seemed to be at the center of a little room with a bureau at one end and a door at the other, all in green. Nothing was familiar, not a single thing. What the hell? How did she get into a room she’d never seen before? She looked up to find lights shinning down upon her, their brightness caused her eyes to feel tight and burn. Immediately she cast her eyes down only to make a startling revelation: her feet were not touching the ground. She was completely suspended in the air… no, not in air, in a liquid and she had all manner of tubing and wiring attached to her. Quickly she decided that this was not to her liking.

With one efficient pull she yanked out the first bunch of IV’s she could get her hands around. The act caused a good amount of pain, enough so that it stopped her from continuing on a moment, but it disappeared so fast that she decided it was worth freeing herself from her entrapment. Without much thought she slammed a fist into the front of her tank, shattering a good chunk of it that sent shards flying across the room. The green stuff started to ooze out of the opening, leaving her only half immerged in it, before the rest was drained out of the bottom.

The tank opened then. “Opps,” she grimaced, hoping that whoever had put her in there in the first place wouldn’t get upset at her breaking what appeared to be valuable equipment. Unless, she amended since she couldn’t remember why she was put in there to begin with, the people who put her there were bad. If that was the case then they could all go to hell in a hand basket.

She made her way over to the small collection of stuffs that resided on the bureau she had seen earlier. With a glance at the towel and set of light blue scrubs she came to her second realization of the day. Holy shit! I’m naked! She hurriedly grabbed up the towel and systematically cleaned all the clinging green goop from her body before throwing on the provided clothing. She noted that her right inner forearm was covered with interconnected rings that formed a rose and that trying to scrub it off was useless, leading her to the conclusion that it was a tattoo. Inspecting it closely she deemed that she could have picked something worse to be permanently etched into her skin.

She pushed herself up onto the bureau so that she could don her new socks and shoes as well. That’s when she noticed the glass sitting there, mostly because she nearly knocked it over with her squirming about to coax her shoes to slide over the heels of her feet. She read the small note “Please Drink” with more than a little skepticism. She lifted the glass to her nose and took a delicate sniff. It didn’t smell that bad, kinda sweet and tart at the same time. She swished the crimson liquid around a little in the cup, not quite sure what purpose it served to do so, but compelled to do it nonetheless. With a sigh she muttered, “Well, it did say ‘please,’” and then downed it quickly. It wasn’t too bad, not something she’d drink all the time, but not disgusting either. It was pretty refreshing though and it did give her an interesting side effect. She felt much more energized, more so than what a good night’s sleep could do.


The woman hopped down from her perch to make her way to the door on the other side of the room before stopping in front of a mirror. She stared at it a second, looked behind her, and then looked back again. Except for the female in the middle, the scenes were the same. Which meant, she figured through her power of deduction, the person in the image was her. She looked herself up and down in a scrutinizing manner. So she was a blond, fair enough, and her eyes were a stormy hue; that was just dandy too. As far as fitness went she figured she was pretty high up there and lifting her top a little to see a flat, streamlined stomach confirmed her guess. As for tallness, that was hard to tell. She really wouldn’t know until she had other people to compare herself to.

Which, speaking of, where was everyone else? Was there anyone else? If there were they better be willing to answer some questions. She didn’t even know what her own name was. People couldn’t just run around not knowing who they were, could they?

The door beckoned to her again. She made her way towards it, picking up a large shard of glass as she went (she didn’t know what she was walking into, after all), and unconsciously placed a hand on a pad next to it that caused it to slide open. Cautiously she slid out of the doorway with her makeshift weapon at the ready.

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