Day 8: Quarantined

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I woke up in a strange room. I was lying in a white bed with restraints across my body and my wrists were bound with handcuffs.
Where was I?

Because I was trapped in a strange environment that did not look safe, I whirled around in terror. Tiredness began to set in.

I was hallucinating and I wasn't sure what was real and what wasn't. I strived with all my might to get out of my restraints, but they were too strong. I couldn't move.

Suddenly, an army of rock aliens invaded my senses, consuming me in darkness.
"HELP! LET ME OUT!!!" I shrieked as loud as I could to get someone's attention.
"Sorry Captain Rhodes, this is where you'll be staying now. You're contaminated from the extraterrestrial life forms you and your crew discovered. We can't risk putting life as we know it in jeopardy." A menacing voice came from the speaker.
"No! What about my husband and my kids?" I cried hysterically. "We've told them you died on the moon from a satellite accident, along with the rest of your crew." The voice answered emotionlessly.
"NOOO!!!"

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