#14 awoke to prickly green grass against her face. She had a massive headache. Lifting her
head, she observed her surroundings. From what she could gather, she was sitting in a damp,
cold, foggy meadow. She flinched when her hand started to burn. She looked at the brand on her
hand discovering she had scraped off some of the black scab, blood dribbling between her fingers.
She brought her hand closer to her face, watching how the blood dripped to the grass, staining it
ruby.
She pushed herself up, to find the dew from the grass had soaked her. She shivered in the silent,
still air.
A sudden rustle in the tall grass told her she wasn't alone.
She swallowed, her throat dry. Calling out, her voice horse, "H-hello?" A long, fuzzy, white ear rose
above the grass. #14 took a small step toward it, causing it to jump into the air. #14 jerked
backward. The thing, now in full view, sat, silently staring. "...wha?" #14 puzzled. Its nose twitched.
#14 curiously took a small step forward.
It screeched loudly, scampering away. #14 was frazzled and confused. Where was she?
Wondering around the meadow proved to be useless in finding out her location. #14 slumped
against a tree in surrender. Itching her arm made her notice her white jumpsuit she hadn't noticed
before. It had ,"14" on it, matching her hand. It also had little straps and buckles, like it was
supposed to bind her like a book. Fiddling with them for a while, she decided it was to protect her if
she was ever in trouble. Weather that's what they were for or not, she still found comfort in it.
After she strapped as many binds as she could reach, she leaned back and closed her eyes.
She had made a lot of progress.
She was proud of herself for not dieing in her box.
Satisfied, she began to drift into another land, filled with only the things she desires.
Minuets, hours, maybe days, passed she didn't know for sure. She did know she was utterly alone. But being here was better than the box, she was positive. Her thoughts wandered; Where was the box? Who is she? What was that strange fuzzy thing that had screeched at her? Why was she alone? She knew she would never get her answers.
The fog had lifted as she slept, letting every feature of the meadow become clear. She had
wandered more, in search of some kind of eatable substance. Finding a bush full of bright red
berries was the best thing that she could remember ever happening to her. Getting as many as
possible, stuffing her pockets until they were overflowing. Siting down next to a small, bubbling
stream, she lapped up water. It had tasted familiar.
Reaching into her pocket, she grabbed a handful of the delightful red berries.
One mouthful told her they were terrible.
She spit them into the stream. So much for food. #14 sighed sadly.
Eventualy #14 discovered a towering tree, twice her height, with small green fruits that looked a bit familiar, but seemed to a bit off. She just shrugged, before climbing the tree, and chomping down on the fruit.After she had finished, she tossed the core away, earning a screech from one of those white fuzzy creatures again.
She strapped herself together again, and curled into the tree crook, falling asleep soundly.
YOU ARE READING
Survival Experiment
Science Fiction#14 And #2 have no idea who they are, or how they came to be. All they know is they are in a strange place being watched....studied....
