Four - Memories Flood In

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We are still on the island, with no food, clean water, or suitable shelter. I don't know how long we've been here, I don't even know when we got here.

I'm beginning to remember things. Things about who I was, who I am.

A blond haired, blue-eyed stranger has been haunting my dreams. I don't know who he is, but the feeling I get inside when I envision his face is otherworldly. He has to mean something to me.

I've been having flashbacks of being held against my will, of watching another be held down. I don't know what any of it means, but I am definitely on high alert. I don't trust anyone. Barbara has been kind and very helpful, but she is always looking at me like she knows something I don't and it makes me uncomfortable. It's interesting how she can feel so comforting like an aunt or grandmother, but in the same breath my mind tells me not to trust her. I wish I could give her the benefit of the doubt, but the weird feeling I got when she first spoke to me is unshakable.

Besides the occasional thunder storm, the island has been fairly quiet. It's good because it allows me time to observe people; see what makes them tick. I've been stealthily watching Barbara and the people she is interacting with. If she has a clue about who I am, they will too.

Caesar, a young Hispanic male in his mid-twenties has been hot on my tail since day one. I might not know who I am, but I sure as hell can understand flirting attempts.

He's ruggedly sexy with plenty of tattoos and piercings. His nose piercing fascinates me. I should feel flattered that he's giving me attention, but instead I feel empty. Something is missing, or someone, and the void in my life is becoming clear.

"Watch out, the rain is about to come," Caesar warns me.

I glance up at the sky, and sure enough, raindrops begin pelting me in the face. Caesar quickly removes his hoodie, handing it to me. I look at him surprised, but take it anyway. "Do you know anything about why we are here?"

He looks back at me like I've said something ridiculous. "You can't tell? We're on pure soil. The virus hasn't found its way here yet. This was the master plan. This was supposed to be our new beginning."

"Hold up." I stop him. "Why are you talking in past tense?"

Caesar's eyes dart around. "You still don't get it, do you?" he asks, shaking his head. "They did something to you—they erased your memory. That's why you can't remember anything before the crash. I don't know why they did it, but there must be a reason for it."

"Who are they?" I ask, shaking.

"The government. The President of the United States and his staff," Caesar answers so sure of himself.

"Excuse me?" I choke on my own surprise. What would the President of the United States of America, much less the United States Government have to do with me?

"Yeah, don't be too excited. You can't even remember it. It couldn't have been that memorable," Caesar jokes.

My shoulders slouch in defeat. The bomb that Caesar just dropped on me is pretty big. Pretty freaking unbelievable. Any normal person would be pissing their pants right now.

Caesar cranes his neck around toward the small amount of smoke sifting through the air. "We don't have much time."

My heart begins pounding against my ribcage. "I have so many questions."

Caesar looks me dead in the eyes. "Question everything," he says softly so that only I can hear.

I want to ask him to elaborate. I want to know more, but my thoughts are halted by a sound off in the distance. "Did you hear that?" I ask, shushing him, my finger on his lips. I could have sworn I heard a twig snap and not due to one of us.

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