A Gameshow? Pt.4

Light… bright light. Bright enough to make your eyes burn, blazed above me . My senses slowly recovered.

I could hear… dull footsteps as if they were walking away from me.

I could taste… an odd minty aftertaste from some sort of cream that tried to hide a disgusting chemical like taste.

I could feel.. a clean soft sheet with a similar pillow. I was on some sort of bed.

I could smell… some sort of bleach cleaning spray and a soft metallic wisp.

And finally I opened my eyes. The light beat down hard. It took a few moments to adjust. It was not that it was bright. It was the fact that the room was a smooth white color. I sat up and that’s when I gained control of everything in my body.

All of my muscles ached from my previous struggle.

I had a dizzy feeling that felt as if the world was spinning then stopped suddenly.

But what hurt most of all was a spot behind my left ear. I didn’t try to touch it in fear of damaging it further.

I looked around I saw a bedside table, two doors and a surgical chair, with a metal table beside it. I wrapped my arms around my knees and sat on the farthest corner of my bed away from the chair.I stared at it in horror. What did they do to me?!?.

When I recovered from my emotional frenzy, I decided to take a closer look at everything else.

The bed I was sitting on had no blanket, just two sheets.( one covering the mattress and one to sleep under) sitting on the bed I noticed a bedside table with two drawers. The top drawer had pale blue towels and the bottom had a white shirt with the symbol printed in black, a pair of pale blue jeans, and black tennis shoes.

I noticed myself how I was in a white oversized T-shirt (with the symbol also in black) pale blue fuzzy pants and black socks. I assumed these were my pajamas.

On top of the table was a battery operated lamp, and a clock.

But it was the most oddest clock I’ve ever seen. It was counting down to something. Luckily I had two hours still. Then I looked closer at the doors. One was made out of metal and had no handle from the inside. The other lead into a small bathroom.

Every toiletry starting with the shampoo bottles all the way down to the razors were pale blue with the symbol. Nothing had a brand.

I noticed how dirty I was. I was confused because I took a shower before I got here. I think.I took a quick shower to calm myself, and to gather my thoughts. What am I doing here? Where even is here? Who are those men? What did they do to me?

So many questions filled my mind that I forgot about the soap. It burned my eyes. I had to focus on that for awhile. Once I was in my clothes I checked the clock. It had been fifteen minutes.

I sat on my bed and dried my hair. When I was done I folded the towel neatly and stacked it on the edge of my bed with my pajamas.

Then I noticed something that had definitely not been there before. It was a gray tray with a cover and it sat right at the edge of the metal door with no handle.

Cautiously I picked it up and sat on my bed with it. I opened it half hoping for an explanation letter, but found it was food. An odd arrangement of food.

There was a

cucumber-and-turkey sandwich,

A cup of green apple sauce, a carton of sweetened black tea, and a cinnamon cookie. I noticed then how hungry I was. So first I made sure the applesauce wasn’t moldy. When I realized it was just dyed, I ate it first.

Then tried the tea. It was in a pale blue carton like one you would use for milk. The sandwich was ok. I wasn’t used to the cucumbers and a cookie wasn’t that sweet and had a strong cinnamon taste but it was better then nothing.

The clock just finished the first hour when speakers( I never noticed) clicked on. “Hello my trients! “The voice said excitedly. “I’m glad most of you survived the surgery. I will explain later. But first the room your in is your keep. “

“You could also call it, “he chuckled to himself as if making a joke,”your respawn point! “The voice broke out in a maniacal laughter.

I imagined him in that little recording studio I saw when I first walked in.

He coughed a few times the continued as if nothing happened. “My co-workers are called keepers. They will escort you to the games. “

Games!what games?

“Your first game will start when the timers up. Since we’re still having to do surgeries.I will explain everything at the half hour mark.”He laughed then the speakers turned off.

I sat there and to make sure I wasn’t going crazy I reminded myself of everything.

My name is Cameron, Afterfrost I lived in south eastern Oklahoma, I was kidnapped and now I’m stuck in “my keep”.

Oh also now a psychopath gets to decide my future. And to top it all of the spot behind my ear seemed to give me the worst headache…