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Day1
“Wake up. Come on, wake up.” came a staticy voice. It was loud, and it cut through his clouded mind, awakening him from the darkness. However, he didn't open his eyes. That hurt to much.
“Wake up you idiot. I'm trying to save your life!” came the voice again, more aggressively this time. He opened his eyes and blinked several times. The light was bright, blinding. He couldn't see for several seconds. The voice came again, and a lot less angry this time.
“Come on, I put the transceiver on the table by your bed for a reason. Hell, you lucky I locked the door to spare you from death.” He blinked once more and was able to see clearly. Well, clearly enough. There still was a slight haze, and the room seemed brighter then it should have been. Wait a minute, who was he. He couldn't seem to remember.
Anything at all, to be a matter of fact. But maybe the voice would answer his questions. Speaking of voice, it called out again:
“Come on, pick up!” He grabbed the transceiver and lifted it to his mouth. He tried to talk but he couldn't. All that happened was he wheezed. He tried to lick his lips and swallow but he couldn't. His mouth was as dry as the Sahara.
Finally, he managed to wheeze the phrase:
“Hello?” The transceiver exploded with the strange voice.
“Ah, so you've finally answered. Great, I've got to get you out of there. And you have to meet me, there is much to talk about. But first, you need to leave without being killed.” He tried to say something back, but he couldn't. His voice was to dry and cracked, and the fact that the man wouldn't stop for a minute.
“There is a glass of water on table. It may be a little warm, but drink it. It'll help your throat.” He looked over and did see a glass of water. He must have missed it before, being bombarded by the man's voice. And the fogginess in his head didn't help. He reached over and grabbed the glass. It was room temperate and there was some dist on the surface, but it felt good going into his mouth and pouring down his throat. “Is that better?” asked the voice.
“Yes,” came his deep voice. “Much better.” The man laughed.
“Very well, now I have to get you out of the hospital. Your life is in danger until you can get to my base. First things first though, when your ready, get up and unlock the door. Leave the room and walk down the hallway to your right. Tell me when you reach the stairs.” He was about to his name and of the situation at hand but the voice interrupted him again.
“Don't bother with any questions right now. It almost sunset, and I need you out before night, or else your chance of survival will be very slim.” That being said, he forgot about the questions. He stood up on his wobbly legs and approached the. He shuffled on his feet at first, because he could walk very well. His legs felt like they weren't used to it. He put his arms against the door to rest his stiff legs. He unlocked the door and turned the knob.
Being paranoid, and for a good reason, he quietly turned the doorknob and carefully pushed the door open.
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Title:
Parasite
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Artist:
Jason440
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Description:
The beginning of the first chapter in my new project. Just wanted some feedback on it.
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Date:
07/27/2008
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