Chapter 3- The light and the blonde.

                                    

                                          
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There were no dreams this time, only thoughts lost in the darkness. I was trapped in a world I feared I could not escape. This was real, it was not an illusion, and it was not a dream. I was captured, more like kidnapped from people I did not know.
                          
Correction; things I did not know.
                          
They were holding me hostage, in a dark room, with a window that held secrets, a window that showed Hell on Earth. The Window was indeed a window to the real world, but you could not escape from it. You could only see the smoldered, horrifying remains of what was left of the World. The Window showed no hope, no mercy, nothing besides death. This Window was located inside of my solitary confinement. The only place the aliens knew to put me, for they must have feared I was dangerous. And I was.
                          
 I woke from the deep, thoughtful sleep the drug had placed me under. Unlike my sleep, the world was not quiet. There was a man’s voice, the same voice that had called me sick and worthless, the same man who had shot me with the drug. I had to strain to hear the words he was saying, the filth that was spilling out of his mouth, but my ears were good to me. They brought his words to me; they allowed me to hear his frustration, his aggravation, his anger. “Why isn’t the virus working? Why isn’t she dead?” He yelled.
                          
Soft whispers followed his words but unlike his loud, gruff voice, I could not hear them. I was sure they were responses to his questions, but I would not be telling the truth if I told you I cared to hear them. I did not want to know what he had poisoned my body with, I did not want to know how, and I did not want to know when. I was not even sure I wanted to know why it had not worked.
                          
My head was hanging low and my back was slumped. I was defeated, tired, and broken.
                          
I lifted my head to look out the Window. There was a faint glow of a light that had not been taken out by the bombs and gunshots. That glow of light represented my hope; doomed. That light that was still shining from it would soon burn out and leave nothing, just like the flame of hope I had. It would soon extinguish and I would be left with nothing, no feeling what so ever.
                          
But since there was still light, I was going to use it. I looked down at the flesh that was sitting bare on leg, since I could not see my cheek. I winced at the sight. Pieces of skin were flaking off and a white gooey substance oozed from its core. The sight was revolting and it made me sick to my stomach to look at it. I hoped my cheek did not look the same, but I knew it did, if not worse.
                          
To take my mind off the terror of the burn marks left by the aliens (I presumed) hand and spit I looked out of the Window. The city buildings were destroyed lying in heaps of ash and black wood that had not thoroughly burned.  The bodies were no longer there, whether they had been eaten by the flames or cleaned off the street, I had no clue.
                          
I tried to get a closer look but I was still strapped to this awful chair. I closed my eyes, to keep from sobbing and to keep from giving them the satisfaction of watching me suffer.
                          
My eyes were closed for about five seconds when I heard real sobs, but they were not my own, they were coming from the street. I eyes flung open and I scanned the demolished city looking for a survivor the culprit for the cries. Soon my eyes found her. She was blonde with shoulder length hair and from this view; I was guessing she was in her mid twenties, give or take a few. I could not make out her eye color because I was too far away. I could not make out anything else because of the ash that covered her body from headed to toe.
                          
Her body shuddered with each new sob and soon she feel to the ground in a heap throwing cinders everywhere. Her weeping progressed and increased in volume, as did my screams.
                          
The first was soft, barely hearable by my own ears but the second was ear splitting. I wanted her to know I was in here, she needed to save me. Her cries ceased for a second as her wandering eyes found the window. I continued to scream and finally she stood up, looking for me. The glimmer of hope I had once had began to expand and soon my own screams were masked by my sobs. Maybe today was the day I would finally be saved.
                          
“Test Subject 1,” I heard from somewhere behind me, “You have left us no choice.”
                          
A gunshot rang out, leaving a pounding in my ears. I had a gut feeling the bullet would hit the women and I immediately felt guilty for calling attention to her. I found myself praying for her. Praying that the bullet would miss and that it did. I heard a crack of glass and then everything thing went black.
                          
The light that once illuminated my lonely world flickered then went out.
                          
Taking my hope with it.  
                          
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