All Noah could remember was screaming. He remembers the voices, the expressions, the cries for help. He felt the sorrow they all carried. He could only remember some of their faces, full of despair and agony. Some, were vengeful, wanting more from the situation..
He's been out for days, not awakening, nor moving. Even so, months have passed since he was, seeming like only a few seconds for Noah.
Noah then woke up. He was in a bland, white room. The room had a set of bunk-beds, some dressers, and the only belonging he had; his backpack. His clothes were torn, burnt, singed, barely looking like what they used to. He stood up, slowly. His joints were weak, trembling. It hurt him to stand. He walked out, through a sliding door. A blank, grey hallway was his surrounding, showing similar rooms to his. As he stepped out, a voice was heard from the other side of the hallway.
"Good, you're up." An older man spoke, at the end of the hall. He was much older than him, seeming to be in his 30's. He had black hair, and glasses clipped to the collar of his shirt.
".. What?" He was confused. Who was this man? Why is he here? When was he brought here?
"I'm glad you're up. It's been awhile."
Awhile? What was this man talking about?
"Come, let me show you around." The man started to walk down the hall. The room at the end was unseen. Noah decided to follow, still rather confused of what this man is talking about.
The interior was a grey color scheme, with white desks and sliding doors. This room seemed like the lobby. The sliding doors each had a label, with different symbols organising it.
Only one stood out, a dark grey, handled door. It was locked, separated from the rest. Noah could only recognize the symbol, for he has seen it in his dreams.
"What's with the..?" Noah was soon interrupted.
"I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Matthew, the owner of this establishment."
Noah was silent, only giving him a shy, feeble nod. It's all he could say, for he assumed that Matthew already knew his name. Even so, he mustered up the courage.
".. I'm Noah. Now, what am I doing here?"
Matthew took a moment to reply. "You're safe here. From the risk out the outer world."
Noah was confused, he doesn't remember being in danger.. Then he realized. He doesn't even remember his old life.
"Wait.." He spoke.. rather confused. What was going on? Nothing made sense. The only thing that came back was..
Flames. Towering over cities, destroying everything in it's past. It took many lives, only few survivors. But it didn't look.. modern. He still wondered where this actually took place, and when.
"You must be confused. Mathew spoke, rather calmly. "Odds are, you're concerned, worried, wondering what you left."
"You left nothing."
Noah was now concerned. If he didn't have anything, why was he saved? What was he doin here?
Why does he feel like he belongs here?
