by Brianna G. Harte
PREVIOUSLY, ON “THE KNIGHT OF XEO”
Fortunately or not, I ended up in a place that made me question everything, though I couldn’t be sure if that was any different from before. So I suppose I simply had more things to question.
The bright lights, the human people, the window to the outside. All of it was thrown in my face. It was all too good to be true. All that I was missing in the dark hospital was there. It was hard to believe, and honestly I wasn’t sure if I could.
My eyes darted around the room. A closed door to my left was surrounded by a body of a stark white that encompassed the entire room. Even the floor was a shade of the color I had not seen in such a long time. To my right was an empty bed, and I do not mean a table bed that I had been stuck on. A thin mattress stretched on top of a frame with a baby duck in a little bow repeated upon a sheet. To my surprise, the one below my body was exactly the same. The doctor had been attempting to make me believe that the dim-lit underground facility was a real hospital. Was this what it truly looked like or was I seeing things because of a strange medicine in the syringe? My head buzzed, and I wasn’t sure if it was from that drug or because of confusion and fear.
I checked my arms and legs for straps. There were none, though they were covered in a thin layer of dirt and white patches. Though memories were foggy, I seemed to remember being stuck under a pile of dirt. Yes, of course. I had been following snakes. But was this just a part of a hallucination?
With shaky legs, I shifted myself off of the bed and gradually stepped toward the window. The sun shined upon my face and warmth tingled my skin. To my dismay, that was nearly all I was going to see from nature. Buildings, both stout and reaching high, lay across the landscape. Smoke billowed from several and advanced toward the cloudy sky, a sight that cringed my nose. Hardly any fields of green or trees could be seen. The few patches that existed were ants to a mountain of other structures.
A creaking from the other side of my room broke through my trance and I jumped so hard, my heart began to race.
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