"Louka! Louka! -"
"Louka. Louka are you there?"
"Can you hear me Louka?!?! Please don't- "
The talking went quieter. "He is the final one. We cannot kill him..."
The two voices kept switching, what was happening?! It was like the same person confusing me, they felt so close to me yet so far away. I didn't know what to do... I felt something stab me, it was a needle, I couldn't remember much but I knew I hated them! I was freaking out and it hurt, but I wasn't moving. I couldn't. It was like I was mentally paralysed, they were still shouting at me but I couldn't tell what they were saying, the needle was pulling me into the darkness of unconsciousness.
Bang.
Wait, what? Was that... Gunfire..? What was going on?!?! More of it. I felt like I was going to sleep and never wake up, never see my family again...
Bang. Bang.
There were screams, the once clear white and shiny floor was covered in patches of red, alarms on the plain walls were screaming at me, like a bird calling for help, they flashed red and didn't stop. My head was pounding and I couldn't do anything. Out my very blurry vision, I saw that all the people beside me were on the ground, unresponsive, doing nothing, silent... Dead. I was moving, moving fast. Felt myself shaking and couldn't do anything, the pain ripped through me like a fireball in a wooden shack... Then I was out like the light in my plain white room, of the plain brick flat complex I once called home...
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The Final One
Science Fiction"Luka, Luka can you hear me? My name is Jenny, are you in there? You were just in an accident. Take it slow..." My mind was pounding, I couldn't move. It was like there was a mental block, shutting me out of the body functions we take for granted. P...
