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m not guilty, I’m not guilty, I’m not guilty….
“D-3445’s complaining about headaches again”
“he did this last month, at this point there gonna take him in for study on long term exposer to Class-D”
“I didn’t do it” that’s what I always say to myself, ever since being brought “Here” iv been told I’m doing good work, that I’m repaying the debt I made to society. The only problem is that I didn’t kill…
“D-3445 please leave you bunk and follow accompanying guards”
Why is everything so dizzy, every time… no iv only been here once. Just one month, never before now. “I didn’t do it”. God, I hate these guards, nightmares it feel so real…
“Hello D-3445 you just have one duty today, after that your free, its your last day”
“Ok, what do I need to do?” Considering what happened to the other “D classes” i feel free to consider this my last day.
“Simple, take this bag and drop it in the containment room” gesturing to the chamber -——
I remember watching a fellow D class do the same thing
“Don’t worry it’s friendly, just put it in the chamber and leave, that’s it I promise. just in the chamber, no way he- I mean it could hurt you”
“um…yea I can.. do” I don’t know if it’s the death sentence I have just received or the constant pain in my head but I’m feeling a lot dizzier.
“damn it take him to the medical ward”
“Why am I here?” Where am I, why can’t I remember… what does she look like? My daughter, my wife, I can’t see their faces. It feels like so long ago, feels like I’ve been here for years.
“D-3445? You here because let’s see what does it say? … ah you killed your”
“No, it’s a lie. I didn’t do it, I’m not guilty”.
“No concern to me, I’m just checking your physical health and you’ll be on your way”
Nothings right, I know it. I don’t know what they did, but I feel as if I’ve been here longer than… “your good to go, head to your quarters you’ll be fine”
“ok”
Sitting in this empty room, 20 beds and just me. I remember when there was other “d-class”. It’s odd I remember more than just the group I was with. None of that matters though I’m “free” tomorrow. I haven’t thought about
that at much I guess. D-3445, I almost remember that more than my real name. What do I tell everyone, my friends, my family? I didn’t do it, I’m not guilty.
Waking up today feels surreal, I mean every day waking up here is surreal. The morning routine starts, wake up, shower down, put on disgusting orange jump suit, and eat. Food taste noticeable better, maybe I could talk to someone about these headaches before leaving. Is it real? Am I really going to be free?
*knock knock knock*
God I hate the guards
“OUT OF YOUR DORM ITS YOUR LUCKY DAY”
I walk out of my dorm to see two guards, same ones I see every day. We walk for what seems like hours, many hallways iv never seen, occasional scratching and screaming down one hall. Then finally we stop, one inconspicuous door with no abnormality to it.
Guards open the door, blinded by the completely white, bright room. Many spaced out chairs, one large white screen on the wall. I’m pushed into the closest chair and told to wait; the guards leave the room. After a few minutes the guards come back followed by a doctor
“hello D-3445 how are you today?” “I’m well, thank you”
“let’s get this out of the way… your time with the foundation is over, you have served a greater purpose, to die in the dark so others could live in the light. While you did not die you served your purpose, and now for your “reward” …you are free”
“Really? I’m actually free?” Wow I never truly thought they would go through with it, I’m actually happy. The headache is gone, soon I will feel fresh air
“Yes, these fine gentlemen with take you to um… relocation services. Before you go we need to give you these two injections to ensure mental and physical health”
“whatever you need to do Doc” Why does this feel so familiar? It doesn’t matter I’ll be free soon.
As he injects me… it all flashes, oh my god how long have I actually been here? y-years it can’t be. No no no no, I…cant..for….
Ahem. Welcome! I am Junior Assistant- please, quiet down…shut up…you in the back, wake the FUCK up, ok now let’s get started…
“Huh a bit of “service” for freedom not a bad deal…”
