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Simulation (TMR)

FORMERLY ON @BLACKFUR003, THEN I TRANSFERED IT TO THIS ACCOUNT AS IT'S OWN BOOK. THAT BOOK IS TAKEN DOWN AND HERE ARE ALL 3 PARTS COMBINED.

*UNSURE WHEN THIS WAS ORIGINALLY WRITTEN, BUT IT WAS EDITED IN OCTOBER, 2018

A metal table was the first thing the boy felt. 

He could tell his eyes were closed. He was breathing. Everything seemed normal.

He knew something was wrong. An image wedged itself into his mind. An alley. The gun.

The boy gasped for air as he shot up.

He knew what was wrong. He shouldn't be alive.

The boy looked over his body. His right arm was connected to some tube. He ripped it out, ignoring small pain. A screen, almost ike a monitor hung above him. The screen was dark.

Shaking slightly, the boy swung his legs off the table.

He was alone.

The room had white walls and a small door on one side. A monitor hung above the small metal table where he had been. Medical looking things were to the right of the table. A small cup of blue liquid hung from a metal arm, which was connected to the tube that was connected to him.

Curiously, he looked to see what he was wearing. Jeans and a black t-shirt. Six letters were printed on the chest. Six letters he recognized.

W I C K E D.

"It's WICKED! It's always been WICKED!"

The boy let out a laugh. Of course it was WICKED.

He then noticed something else. The itch that had implanted itself in his brain was gone.

He knew he had the Flare. After all, he had been told he wasn't immune and had started feeling "cranked out." He almost laughed at his joke. Did this mean he was no longer infected? Did the virus somehow disappear?

He ignored these thoughts and walked to the door. Slowly, he turned the knob and walked out.

***

Outside was a maze of hallways.

The boy shivered. He remembered the maze, but like his friends, nothing before it.

He let out a laugh. The Maze was long gone. He wished he could go back, but that was impossible.

The world had been scorched by solar flares. WICKED had formed together as a new government. The Flare had gotten out and a bunch of kids were used as test subjects to find a cure.

The boy laughed again. It sounded like something you would find in a fictional book series. Yet, it was his life.

He turned down another white walled hallway. This time a door stood at the end. The door clicked open and out came a man.

A familar man.

He had graying a hair and a almost rat looking face. He wore his classic white suit.

"Rat Man" The boy smiled as a familair sarcastic voice made it's way into his mind.

"Janson." He greeted, unsure if what he was seeing was real. 

"Ah Newt," The nasally voice the boy had come to hate echoed around the hallway. "I see you've awoken. Now, follow me."

Newt, having no other choice, followed his enemy into the room. Janson closed the door behind them.

***

Newt looked around and took in the room. It was a white room, much like the one he had awoken in. A large computer screen was on the side opposite of him, and many other devices were around.