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The Center was quiet, as it usually was. After the failure year of 2014, they'd stayed low for three years, but now they decided it was time to try again. They preyed on children with issues, luring them in with a false sense of security and hope. But the "Medical Department of Seattle" was not the building the children would be in. This building was actually in the middle of nowhere in North Oregon, miles and miles of absolutely nothing surrounding it. The workers had gotten their 'batch' of newcomers, and they were all set in rickety beds in the infirmary section of the building, the guards- or, nurses- awaiting their awakening.
Niomi Rodriguez was one of the first to wake- thick black lashes fluttering open to reveal icy green eyes that immediately attempted to look around. Her body felt like it was filled with lead, and all felt heavy. She attempted to lift her head but couldn't manage; from the corner of her eye she could see rows of beds, like hospital beds. Simple, silver wire frames with bland mattresses. Most of them look occupied, by people younger and older alike. She attempted to remember what had happened since she'd last closed her eyes, but nothing came to mind. All that she could think of was waking up here. This was where her story began.
"Hel..lo?" she managed past what felt like glass in her throat. Her voice was unbelievably hoarse, and as would the others'. The burning that she should've felt the moment she woke up attacked her as soon as she uttered those words. Like a dry fire seeping past the flesh of her throat, stripping it of all the moisture and leaving it a barren drought land. She attempted to say the word 'water', but all that came from her chapped lips was a weak rattle.
The Center was quiet, as it usually was. After the failure year of 2014, they'd stayed low for three years, but now they decided it was time to try again. They preyed on children with issues, luring them in with a false sense of security and hope. But the "Medical Department of Seattle" was not the building the children would be in. This building was actually in the middle of nowhere in North Oregon, miles and miles of absolutely nothing surrounding it. The workers had gotten their 'batch' of newcomers, and they were all set in rickety beds in the infirmary section of the building, the guards- or, nurses- awaiting their awakening.
Niomi Rodriguez was one of the first to wake- thick black lashes fluttering open to reveal icy green eyes that immediately attempted to look around. Her body felt like it was filled with lead, and all felt heavy. She attempted to lift her head but couldn't manage; from the corner of her eye she could see rows of beds, like hospital beds. Simple, silver wire frames with bland mattresses. Most of them look occupied, by people younger and older alike. She attempted to remember what had happened since she'd last closed her eyes, but nothing came to mind. All that she could think of was waking up here. This was where her story began.
"Hel..lo?" she managed past what felt like glass in her throat. Her voice was unbelievably hoarse, and as would the others'. The burning that she should've felt the moment she woke up attacked her as soon as she uttered those words. Like a dry fire seeping past the flesh of her throat, stripping it of all the moisture and leaving it a barren drought land. She attempted to say the word 'water', but all that came from her chapped lips was a weak rattle.
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