Skip to content A Walk on the Wild Side – Chapter Two.
I slowly opened one eye, then the other. At first, I couldn’t really tell what was happening because of a long lapse of dizziness, but with every blink, my mind settled down enough for me to make sense of things. The first thing I noticed was that I was in a dimly lit moderate sized room that had a nice chill in the air. The very next thing that I was able to comprehend were the feelings of a thick yet soft blanket covering everything from my neck all the way down to my toes and well past the end of the bed. Slowly the senses returned to my body until I managed to sit up using my elbows as props and looked around.
The walls of the room were an off white color, the floor was concrete with a gloss shine to it, and the ceiling was made of light gray panels resting on a cris-cross grid of white metal strips. In the wall across from the bed I lay in was a metal door with black and yellow caution paint running down the very center of where the two doors met. On the wall to my right was a row of windows that stretched wall to wall and were about chest height to just above head height. Under the windows was a simple metal desk with a normal office chair. With a little bit of force I managed to pull the blanket away and swung my legs over the edge of the bed only to realize that the only thing I wore was slightly damp diaper.
“What is this place!?!” I half-asked half-grunted taking another look around only to find the very basic room and nothing more. Still unsure of the situation, and a little groggy, I managed to stand up and slowly but surely take a few steps to the desk where I paused and glanced out the window to find nobody around, then I looked down to a row of items on the desktop. Surprisingly, my backpack was there yet it only had a half used bottle of baby powder and a tub of wipes. Next to that was a pair of tennis shoes with a sock stuck in each one. To the right of those were two see through packages containing light blue fabric. With another glance around, I picked up the transparent packages and opened them to find they held blue scrubs like I had seen in the hospital many times before.
Before long I was dressed in the scrubs and had the shoes and socks on my feet. As I searched around the door hoping to find a way to open it, my sight fell upon a small rectangular box on the side of the door with three LED lights along the top of the unit. Great. I thought to myself as I inspected the device. Key card reader, nobody gets in or out without the card. As soon as I realized there was no use trying to pry the doors open, I turned my attention to the glass, which as much as I expected to find, were two thick glass panes with a metal wire mesh sandwiched between.
Suddenly the doors hissed open; I turned back to find flashing yellow lights slowly creeping into the room, the lights were attached to a gunmetal gray container on what looked like go-cart tires. As the rolling case approached in a slow speed and a light whirr coming from its inside, I stepped back completely unsure of what to make of it. “Your breakfast has arrived.” It spoke in a strange robotic yet human voice. “Please open back panel three.” After it said that, it slowly turned around until its back was facing me; as I looked, I found three compartment doors labeled one through six – each one being a different size. “Your food is still warm, go ahead and eat.” The robot spoke again and backed up slightly causing me to take a step back too. With nothing more than a sigh, I hesitantly reached out and turned a small silver latch on panel three causing it to open revealing a yellow plastic tray, it wasn’t until I pulled out the tray that I noticed the warmth from inside the space. After closing the door I glanced between the robot and the tray in my hands holding eggs, pancakes, a hash brown and a small container of juice. On the side of the meal were a plastic fork and spoon.
Slowly, the robot started moving forwards towards the door causing them to open again, then once the bot was in the corridor, the doors hissed closed leaving me with more questions than answers. With nothing else to do, I stepped over and sat on the corner of the bed and began eating. To my surprise, the food was still hot and quite delicious. Most importantly, even though there wasn’t a lot of food, it was enough to satisfy a grumbling stomach that hadn’t had food in at least a day.
Time passed slowly. Too slowly to count. Without a watch, cellphone or even a clock on the wall I had no idea what time it was. The only way I had some idea of the time was when the robot on wheels opened the doors to the room and rolled in with a faint motor hum. This time though, instead of just the robot coming in, an aging woman roughly my height entered into the room too. Her hair was gray, and her eyes were cold dark as though she’d seen the worst of everything in life. She wore a black uniform with a bright blue patch on the right bicep, and silver stitched lettering that read ‘HURST’ across the left of her chest.
After the robot stopped then turned around to face the door, the woman opened one of the compartments and slid the breakfast tray into it, she then closed that door and pressed a few buttons that I hadn’t noticed on top of the front end of the robot causing it to roll away towards then out of the door. With the doors hissing closed, Hurst motioned for me to sit on the bed while she reached out and pulled the desk chair out far enough to sit down on. “How you feeling?” She asked as she laced her hands together and leaned forwards slightly.
“Irritated. Trapped. Stir crazy. Why the hell am I being kept here like a prisoner!?!” I shouted that last bit with enough force that it took her by surprise.
“Your not a prisoner.” She kept her calm and gentle tone of speaking which seemed to irritate me further.
In an attempt to prove my point, I jumped off the bed and darted to the door to try and open it but nothing happened. “Key card access; I can’t open it. I’ll even be willing to bet that the glass…” I pointed to the unusually wide window. “…can stand up to several blocks of C4 taped to it! Now how am I not a prisoner!?!”
“Because you’re in a seventy-two hour holding room until we know for sure that you’re not going to bring anything into our complex.”
“Complex?” I asked staring at her, my eyebrow raising slightly.
“Have a seat.” She held her hand towards the bed. Yet, seeing me still standing, she sighed and nodded. “There’s a lot you have to know. This is Sleeping Possum – a well hidden and well guarded military instillation. We’ve brought you here for your safety; at approximately thirteen hundred hours you came into contact with someone on a motorcycle, right?”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “Its foggy but I remember that. Had what must have been a bogus cop badge.”
“That wasn’t a cop. Wasn’t federal either. That was someone that works for Silent Night – a well funded and well trained anarchist group that wants nothing more than global conquest. And they’ll stop at nothing to see it happen. We’ve been fighting them for a long time, and for a while it looked like we were finally going to stomp them from existence, but somehow they just keep coming back – each time more powerful than the last.”
“That’s fine and all, but what does any of that have to do with me?” I asked finally relaxing enough to sit on the edge of the bed until we were facing each other. “I’m just a normal guy that’s out of work; at most I could just be an innocent person caught in the crossfire.”
“You would think that wouldn’t you.” She paused and reached into her pocket to pull out a simple wallet, then she pulled something from the wallet and handed it to me. When my sight fell upon the picture, my mind went into overdrive. In her wallet was a picture of her at a much younger age with something I never expected to see – my parents at a much younger age. “This picture was taken years before you were even conceived. Nancy and Markov were good people, they never should have been in that accident.”
“How the hell did you know them!?!” I growled through clenched teeth, my head shaking side to side.
“Because we all used to work together in this very complex.”
“Bullshit!” I shouted while leaping up and pointing an accusing finger at Hurst. “My mother worked as a manager of a bowling alley and dad worked for a construction company – its been like that for as long as I can remember! So don’t you dare try to tell me they worked here because I know for a fact they never left Linwoodfalls except for the occasional vacation.”
“That’s true. They did do those jobs for a living; only AFTER they worked here…”
“Get out!” I growled and pointed to the door.
“I’m trying to tell you…”
“I said GET OUT!” By now it was almost impossible to hide the tears in my eyes and the quiver in my voice. “Damn liar! Just get out and don’t bother coming back in here!”
Slowly she stood and moved to the door where she pulled out a small card and slid it through the reader causing the doors to hiss open. Once she stepped out and the doors closed, I yelled at the top of my lungs and reared my arm back ready to hit something. Before I could even think to do it, my fisted hand flew forwards until it came to a bone jarring thud of a stop against the glass. Slowly I turned in place, leaned back against the glass then dropped to my knees. With nothing else to do I rested my head in my hands and sniffled, giving up the fight against the onslaught of tears.
The End of A Walk on the Wild Side – Chapter Two.
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