the future ➵ Minho

Experiment viii. Girl

Mechanical whirring. Buzzes echo my ears and I grunt with exhaustion. I knew who I was. At least.. I think. My name is Nike.

What's my last name....?

Of course, I didn't want to answer my own question.

I fully open my eyes when I indicate that everything is pitch black. But the sounds were racking inside my brain and I winced at the pain. I didn't remember anything about myself. But I remembered working for WICKED. And I still am.

The elevator that held me suddenly stopped and it became eerily silent for a second. Then, a flash of light stings my face. I cover my eyes and make sure my hair's hiding my skin.

I hear footsteps. And mumbles. I couldn't particularly make out the main subject but I heard some clues.

"Yo look, another greenie arrived!"

"Dude, like seriously can't we get a girl for once?"

Your wish has been granted. Sorta.

Shadows approached me and I caught a glimpse of a boy walking towards me. Scared for a second, I shuffle to the edge where cans stated 'property of WICKED' were thrown away as supplies for them. I knew because I was the one to supply them. I was the one who threw them into the maze.